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

On the second floor, at the end of the corridor, is a large room.

Sanli sat on the bed, the wound on his shoulder still wrapped in bandages, a small patch of dark red seeping through the white gauze.

His complexion was terrible, his eyes were sunken, his lips were chapped, and he looked extremely haggard.

Bridgeton stood by the window, pulled back the curtains a crack, and looked out at the dark alley.

"When will Xiong Ge's men arrive?"

Sanli shook his head.

"I don't know. They said they'd pick me up tonight, but I haven't heard back."

Bridgeton lowered the curtains, turned around, and leaned against the windowsill.

"That foreigner took the money and let us go. I wonder how much Xiong Ge paid."

Sanli Tong gave a cold laugh.

"How much? At least this number."

He held up four fingers.

Bridgestone frowned.

"Four hundred thousand?"

Sanli nodded in pain.

"Four hundred thousand. That doesn't even include anything else."

Bridgestone was silent for a few seconds, then sighed.

"Brother Xiong has been good to us."

Sanli looked at him with pain.

"So we have to live well and do things for Brother Xiong."

Bridgestone nodded.

Outside, in the alley.

Skinny Monkey stood at the alley entrance, looking at the old building.

The light was still on in the room at the end of the corridor on the second floor.

He turned around and looked at the three people behind him.

Ironhead, Loach, and Gaptooth all stood motionless in the shadows.

"How many people?"

The man with the gap-toothed man said, "Seven. Sanlitun and Pritton, and five of their men. They're all on the second floor, in the room at the end of the corridor."

The skinny monkey nodded.

He glanced at the building, then at the roads at both ends of the alley.

"Iron Head, you go in through the back door. Mud Loach, you guard the front door. Gap Tooth, you come upstairs with me."

The three people nodded.

Skinny Monkey pulled a knife from his waist; the blade was short and gleamed dimly under the streetlights.

Tie Tou pulled a machete from his pocket and weighed it in his hand.

The loach huddled in the corner, clutching a dagger in its hand, its eyes gleaming like a mouse's.

The boy with the gap in his teeth had already reached the bottom of the stairs and was looking up at the window on the second floor where the light was on.

The skinny monkey waved his hand.

The four people dispersed silently.

Upstairs, in the room.

Sanlitong leaned against the headboard with her eyes closed.

Bridgestone was still by the window, looking out at the alley.

The alley was pitch black, and you couldn't see anything.

But he always felt something was wrong; it was too quiet.

"Sanlitong, something's not right."

Sanli opened his eyes.

"What's wrong?"

"It's too quiet," Bridgeton said. "Xiong Ge's men should have arrived long ago."

Sanlitong stood up, walked to the window, and looked outside.

The alley was deserted, with only a dim streetlamp swaying slightly in the night breeze.

He frowned.

"Maybe there's a traffic jam."

Bridgestone looked at him.

"Traffic jam at midnight?"

Sanlitong didn't speak.

Outside the door, in the corridor.

Skinny Monkey and Gap Tooth silently walked up the stairs, their footsteps swallowed by the carpet.

There was only one wall lamp in the second-floor corridor, emitting a dim yellow light.

The door at the end of the corridor was closed, but a sliver of light shone through the crack.

The skinny monkey glanced at the gap-toothed man, who nodded.

The two people walked over and stood on either side of the door.

The skinny monkey reached out and gently pushed the door open.

It wasn't locked.

He glanced at the gap-toothed man, who gripped the knife tighter.

Skinny Monkey suddenly pushed the door open.

Inside the room, Sanlitun and Pritton turned around at the same time.

Sanlitong's eyes widened.

"you--"

The guy with the gap in his teeth has already rushed in.

With a flash of light, Sanli covered his neck, blood gushing from between his fingers. He opened his mouth, trying to scream, but no sound came out.

His legs buckled, and he knelt on the ground, then fell forward, his face hitting the floor with a dull thud.

Bridgeton reacted quickly, dodging the gap-toothed knife and reaching for the gun at his waist—but it wasn't there.

When I left the police station, my gun was confiscated.

He turned and ran to the window.

The skinny monkey blocked his way.

With a flash of light, Bridgeton was slashed across the chest, and blood spurted out.

He staggered backward, bumped into the wall, and reached for the wine bottle on the table.

The man with the gap-toothed man came up from behind and stabbed him in the lower back.

Bridgeton's body stiffened, and he slowly slid down, leaning against the wall.

He looked down at the blood on his chest, then looked up at the two people in front of him.

"Brother Xiong... won't let you get away with this..."

The man with the gap-toothed man pulled out his knife, and Bridgeton fell down, motionless.

Some of the five henchmen were still asleep, while others had just woken up. When they saw that Sanlitun and Pritton had both collapsed, their faces turned completely pale.

A younger man jumped out of bed and tried to run towards the door.

Tie Tou came in through the back door and slashed him on the shoulder with his knife, splattering blood all over the wall. He fell down, clutching his shoulder and screaming in agony.

Iron Head struck again, and the screams stopped.

The remaining four huddled in a corner, trembling all over.

An older man knelt down.

"Spare us...we didn't do anything..."

The skinny monkey walked over and looked down at him.

"You shouldn't have come to Hong Kong Island."

He waved.

The three men, Gaptooth, Ironhead, and Mudfish, acted simultaneously.

The flashing of blades, screams, pleas for mercy, and cries mingled together, then quickly fell silent again.

Seven people were lying haphazardly in the room.

Blood was flowing, from under the bed to the doorway, and from the doorway into the hallway.

The skinny monkey stood in the center of the room, looking at the corpses.

"Load it onto the truck."

Iron Head and Mud Loach dragged the corpses out one by one and carried them downstairs.

A large truck was parked in the alley. They threw the bodies into the truck bed and stacked them up.

Seven corpses, neatly arranged.

Skinny Monkey did one last check to make sure there were no survivors, then closed the door and jumped into the driver's seat.

The car started and slowly drove away from the dock.

pier.

The truck was parked on the bank of the typhoon shelter.

Skinny Monkey, Iron Head, Mud Loach, and Gap Tooth stood at the back of the car, looking at the dark sea.

The waves crashed against the embankment, one after another, with a soft, rhythmic sound.

Skinny Monkey opened the carriage, and Iron Head and Mud Loach carried the corpses off one by one and threw them into the sea.

Splash, splash, water splattered up and then fell back down.

The seven corpses floated and sank in the sea, slowly drifting away, getting smaller and smaller, until they finally became a few black dots and disappeared on the surface of the sea.

The skinny monkey stood on the shore, looking at the sea.

"Let's go." He turned and walked towards the truck.

Ironhead and Mudfish followed behind.

The man with the gap-toothed man stood on the shore and glanced at the sea one last time. Then he turned and left.

The truck started and slowly drove away from the typhoon shelter.

On the sea, waves continued to lap against the embankment.

Princess Jin, third-floor office.

The night was deep, but the neon lights outside the window were still flashing, casting red and green shadows into the room time and time again.

The sound of music could be faintly heard from downstairs, but it was muffled and indistinct through the floorboards.

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 raised his head.

"Clean?"

The skinny monkey nodded.

"Clean. Not a single one was left. They were thrown into the sea, and you won't even find a trace of them by tomorrow morning."

Chen Feng nodded.

The skinny monkey stood there, watching him.

"Brother Da Gang, is there anything else?"

Chen Feng didn't look up.

"That's all. Let the brothers rest."

The skinny monkey turned around, strode out, and gently closed the door behind him.

The room fell silent.

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

Of Ruan Xiong's seven men, not one survived.

Kill anyone who gets in your way.

Foreigners or warlords, it's all the same.

His face was expressionless.