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

Police station.

The detective's office door was closed, and the curtains were drawn.

Lei Luo sat behind his desk, holding a document in his hand, slowly flipping through it.

The door was pushed open, and a plainclothes officer walked in.

"Brother Luo, a body has been found on the beach. It's an Englishman, a senior police officer, named Anthony."

Lei Luo looked up, his face showing just the right amount of surprise.

"Anthony? How did he die?"

The plainclothes officer said, "The preliminary forensic examination indicates drowning. There were no external injuries or signs of struggle on the body. It's possible that he was drunk and accidentally fell into the water."

Lei Luo was silent for a few seconds, then sighed.

"What a pity. Mr. An was a good police officer. Make proper arrangements for the funeral and notify the family."

The plainclothes officer nodded, turned, and walked out.

The door closed behind me.

Leilo leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling.

A faint smile appeared on his lips, a fleeting smile that vanished in the dim light.

He picked up the phone on the table and dialed a number.

"Mr. Chen, Anthony is dead. He fell into the water by accident."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone. "Okay."

The phone hangs up.

Lei Luo put down the phone and looked out the window at the gray sky.

The sun peeked out from behind the clouds, casting a soft ray of light on the windowsill.

-

Princess Jin, third-floor office.

Chen Feng sat behind his desk.

The skinny monkey stood in front of him.

"Big Steel, Anthony's dead. Raylor killed him."

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

Skinny Monkey looked at him. "Big Steel, Lei Luo is ruthless."

"If you're not ruthless, how will you climb the ladder?"

Skinny Monkey didn't say anything more, he just stood there and looked at Chen Feng.

Tsim Sha Tsui, hotel suite.

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

Su Zhenzhen sat opposite her, her face pale and her hands trembling.

"Sister Ying, Anthony is dead. They say he got drunk, fell into the sea, and drowned."

Xie Wanying narrowed her eyes, but only for a moment, before regaining her composure.

The idea that someone got drunk, fell into the sea, and drowned is something that can't fool even a ghost.

"Sister Ying,"

Su Zhenzhen's voice was trembling with tears.

"Do you think it could be Lei Luoqian? Anthony released the people he captured, so he must hate Anthony."

Xie Wanying looked at her without saying anything.

Su Zhenzhen continued, "Sister Ying, I'm scared. Anthony is dead, I—"

"What are you afraid of?"

Xie Wanying interrupted her, her voice as calm as if she were chatting about everyday things.

Su Zhenzhen opened her mouth, but couldn't say a word.

Xie Wanying put down her teacup.

"Zhenzhen, listen to me. Anthony is dead, and it has nothing to do with you. You know nothing, you did nothing. Understand?"

Su Zhenzhen looked at Xie Wanying for a few seconds, then nodded.

Xie Wanying took an envelope out of her handbag, placed it on the table, and pushed it towards the table.

Su Zhenzhen opened it and saw a thick stack of banknotes inside.

"Sister Ying, this—"

Xie Wanying said, "Take it. Go on a trip to Europe. Come back when things have calmed down."

Su Zhenzhen put the money away, and tears finally streamed down her face. "Sister Ying, thank you."

Xie Wanying waved her hand.

"Go back. Pack your things properly, and leave tomorrow."

Su Zhenzhen stood up, walked to the door, and glanced back at Xie Wanying.

"Sister Ying, please take care."

She pushed open the door and went 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.

Anthony is dead. Rilot killed him.

She knew all along that Lei Luo wouldn't let it go.

I just didn't expect him to act so quickly and ruthlessly.

A British man, a high-ranking police officer, was killed without warning.

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

Ruan Xiong's men are gone.

Anthony is dead too. Now, on Hong Kong Island, she has to rely on herself.

-

Apartments in Wan Chai, Baoshan.

Baoshan sat on the bed, holding a photo of Anthony in his hand, crying and trembling all over.

The police said that Anthony was drunk, fell into the sea, and drowned.

She doesn't believe it.

How could Anthony, who has such a high alcohol tolerance, get drunk?

He must have been murdered.

But who did it?

She didn't know. All she knew was that the man would never come again.

She pressed the photo to her chest and cried until she couldn't breathe.

Yau Ma Tei, Police Station.

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

The room was lit by only one desk lamp, its dim light illuminating the large desk on which several documents lay scattered. The ashtray was overflowing with cigarette butts, and the air was thick with the pungent smell of cheap tobacco.

Yan Tong sat behind his desk, a cigar between his fingers, but he didn't light it.

He was dressed in wrinkled casual clothes, his collar was open, and his hair was a bit messy. He looked lazy, but the glint in his glasses was like that of an old fox.

The door was pushed open, and a plainclothes officer walked in.

"Master Yan, Anthony is dead."

Yan Tong tapped his fingers lightly on the table and lifted his eyelids.

"Anthony?"

The plainclothes officer nodded.

"Yes. A senior police officer. They said he was drunk, fell into the sea, and drowned. He was found on the beach this morning, so soaked he was unrecognizable."

Yan Tong was silent for a few seconds, then put the unlit cigar in his mouth and slowly chewed the cigarette holder.

Anthony—that foreigner, relying on being British, never took him seriously.

At every meeting, Anthony would sit at the head of the table, legs crossed, gesturing wildly in his British-accented Mandarin, as if the entire police station belonged to him alone.

He's dead now.

Yan Tong took the cigar out of his mouth and tapped it against the edge of the ashtray.

It's okay to die.

These foreigners only care about making money off others.

We have to give them a large portion of the money we worked so hard to collect.

He paused, a brief smile appearing on his lips, a smile that vanished in the dim light.

"Anthony is dead, who will be sent instead?"

The plainclothes officer shook his head.

"I don't know yet. I heard they're going to transfer people from England."

Yan Tong nodded and leaned back in his chair.

If you're going to transfer people, then transfer them. No matter who comes, the money that should be paid must not be less, and the fees that should be collected must not be less.

He looked up at the plainclothes officer.

"By the way, what's been going on with that Yankee lately?"

The plainclothes officer took two steps forward.

"The Northerner has been busy with business lately. I heard he's acquired a few more nightclubs, and Yau Ma Tei is practically his territory now. It's getting bigger and bigger, and he has more and more men under his command."

Yan Tong narrowed his eyes.

Yau Ma Tei, Golden Princess, New World, and now they've acquired several nightclubs—this Northerner has quite the appetite.

"What about Ruan Xiong's side?"

The plainclothes officer shook his head.

"No news. They lost someone last time, so they're probably scared. I heard they went back to Borneo."

Yan Tong gave a cold laugh.

Scared?

Ruan Xiong has over two thousand men under his command. Would he be afraid of a northerner?

He's only retreating temporarily; he'll come back when he's ready.

He waved his hand. "Go down."