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

Ruan Xiong looked down at her.

"You also think he's amazing?"

Xie Wanying nodded.

"He killed fifteen of Tyrannosaurus Rex's men all by himself. He single-handedly destroyed Fat Bo's territory. He also had a group of ruthless men under his command, all from the mainland, who had killed people before."

Ruan Xiong was silent for a few seconds, then smiled.

The smile was brief and disdainful.

"Tyrannosaurus Rex? Fatty? Who are those guys? Scoundrels from the walled city. I, Ruan Xiong, have over two thousand men under my command. We've fought wars and killed people. What's a mere Northerner?"

He stood up and picked Xie Wanying up in his arms.

Xie Wanying cried out in surprise and hugged his neck.

Ruan Xiong threw her onto the bed, and the mattress bounced a few times.

"I'm here to take his life."

He pounced on him.

Xie Wanying closed her eyes and let him do as he pleased.

Outside the window, the sunlight grew brighter and brighter.

On the waters of Victoria Harbour, a cargo ship slowly sailed by, its horn sounding like some ancient bugle call.

Ruan Xiong's panting echoed in the room.

He lay on Xie Wanying, sweat dripping onto her chest.

Xie Wanying wrapped her arms around his neck and ran her fingers through his thick hair.

Her eyes were open, staring at the ceiling, a smile on her face, but the smile didn't reach her eyes.

An hour later.

Ruan Xiong was finally exhausted.

He rolled over and lay down next to Xie Wanying, panting heavily, sweat pouring down his body like water.

Xie Wanying leaned against him, her fingers slowly tracing circles on his chest.

"Brother Xiong, when do you plan to make your move?"

Ruan Xiong closed his eyes, his voice hoarse.

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

Xie Wanying's fingers paused for a moment.

"Have you already sent someone?"

Ruan Xiong opened his eyes and glanced at her.

"Since we've brought people here, of course we should send them out."

Xie Wanying didn't ask any more questions.

She simply leaned against him, listening to his heartbeat.

Ruan Xiong reached out and put his arm around her.

"Don't worry. That Yankee isn't going anywhere."

Xie Wanying smiled.

The smile was brief, flashing across his chest.

Ruan Xiong patted her on the back.

"Go to sleep. I'm exhausted from traveling all night."

Xie Wanying closed her eyes and listened as his breathing gradually became even.

He fell asleep, snoring like a exhausted tiger.

She opened her eyes and looked at the ceiling.

……

More than eighty people.

The two leaders were Pritton and Sanlitun.

He's currently in a warehouse, drinking, cleaning his gun, and waiting for Ruan Xiong's orders.

……

A slight smile appeared on her lips.

The smile was brief, fleeting in the dimly lit room.

She closed her eyes, and this time she truly fell asleep.

in the afternoon.

Sunlight streamed in through the window, casting dappled patterns on Xie Wanying's face.

She frowned and slowly opened her eyes.

The area around him was empty; Ruan Xiong had already left.

She sat up and leaned against the headboard.

She was still wearing that moon-white silk nightgown, wrinkled and with the collar open, revealing a small patch of skin on her chest.

She looked down and reached up to pull her collar tighter.

There was a knock on the door.

"Come in."

Gacha pushed open the door and walked in.

He kept his head down, not daring to look at her.

"Sister Ying, Xiong asked me to tell you that he went to the warehouse first. He wants you to go there tonight."

Xie Wanying nodded.

"understood."

Gacha turned to leave.

"etc."

Gacha stopped in his tracks.

Xie Wanying looked at him.

"Where is that warehouse located?"

Gacha hesitated for a moment.

"In Yau Ma Tei. Near the pier."

Xie Wanying's eyes twitched slightly.

Yau Ma Tei.

Near the dock.

Not far from Princess Jin.

She nodded.

"Go."

Gacha turned around and walked out quickly.

The door closed behind me.

Xie Wanying sat on the bed, looking at the sunlight outside the window.

She remembered what Ruan Xiong had said—more than eighty people.

Two leaders.

Bridgestone.

It relieves pain.

These people are in a warehouse, waiting to kill that Yankee.

She got out of bed and went to the window.

Looking out the window at the bustling street scene.

The surface of Victoria Harbour shimmered, and cargo ships slowly passed by in the distance.

She didn't know who would win.

But she knew that Hong Kong was about to descend into chaos.

Yau Ma Tei.

An abandoned warehouse, hidden in a dead-end alley near the docks.

The storefront was dilapidated, with rusted metal sheets. From the outside, it looked no different from the surrounding abandoned warehouses.

But inside, there were more than eighty people.

The warehouse was dimly lit, and the air was thick with the smell of tobacco and sweat.

Several old canvases were laid on the ground, and more than eighty strong men were sitting or lying on them.

Their skin was tanned dark, clearly indicating they were constantly on the go.

Some were cleaning their guns, some were drinking, some were playing cards, and some were leaning against the wall dozing off.

The sounds of talking, laughter, and clinking bottles blended together.

In the corner, two people sat facing each other.

Bridgeton—in his thirties, lean and muscular, with skin as black as charcoal, and long, narrow eyes that looked like a snake eyeing its prey.

He was wearing a camouflage vest, revealing two arms covered in scars.

He was holding a cloth and wiping a submachine gun very carefully, not missing a single crevice.

Sitting opposite him was Sanlitun, much more robust than Pritton, with a face full of fat and a shaved head that gleamed oily under the light.

He was wearing a black short jacket, which was open, revealing the thick black hair on his chest.

Holding a bottle of beer, he sipped it slowly, his eyes scanning the warehouse.

Bridgeton put down his gun, picked up the magazine, and loaded the bullets into it one by one.

"Sanlitong, when do you think Xiong Ge will make his move?"

Sanli took a big gulp of beer and wiped his mouth.

"I don't know. Let's just wait and see."

Bridgestone inserted the magazine into the gun and pulled the bolt.

"Is that Northerner really that good?"

Sanli gave him a painful look.

"Abian took ten people with him, and none of them came back. What do you think?"

Bridgestone paused for a second, put down the gun, picked up a bottle of beer, and took a sip.

"That's because Abian is too stupid."

Sanli Tong gave a cold laugh.

"You're smart? If you're so smart, why don't you go?"

Bridgeton looked at him, his eyes flashing coldly.

"What do you mean?"

Sanli Tong also looked at him, and the two stared at each other for a few seconds.

An older man standing nearby quickly tried to smooth things over.

"Brothers, stop arguing. We're all working for Brother Xiong."

Bridgestone looked away and picked up his beer to continue drinking.

Sanlitong didn't say anything more, but simply tilted his head back and downed the rest of the wine in the bottle in one gulp.

Inside the warehouse, the others were still drinking, cleaning their guns, and playing cards.

No one noticed what was happening in the corner.

The door opened.

Ruan Xiong walked in.

The warehouse fell silent immediately.

Everyone stood up.

Bridgeton and Sanlitun quickly stood up and put down the bottles they were holding.

Ruan Xiong walked to the center of the warehouse, his gaze sweeping across everyone's faces.

"Brothers."

His voice wasn't loud, but in the warehouse where it was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, everyone could hear him clearly.