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

Hong Kong Island, Tsim Sha Tsui.

It's the same hotel, the same suite.

The curtains were half-drawn, and the afternoon sun shone through the French windows, casting bright patches of light on the carpet.

The surface of Victoria Harbour shimmered, and cargo ships slowly passed by in the distance, their horns drifting in through the glass, muffled and indistinct.

Xie Wanying stood by the window, wearing a light purple cheongsam, her hair tied up, and light makeup on her face.

She looked out the window at the sea, her eyes expressionless.

There was a knock on the door.

"Come in."

The door opened, and Zhou Yongling walked in.

He was wearing an old suit and gold-rimmed glasses, with a smile on his face, but there was a hint of nervousness hidden in that smile.

He walked up to Xie Wanying and bent down.

"Sister Ying."

Xie Wanying turned around and sat down on the sofa.

She looked at Zhou Yongling, her eyes calm.

"Mr. Zhou, please have a seat."

Zhou Yongling sat down opposite her, barely touching the edge, his back ramrod straight.

Xie Wanying took a piece of paper out of her handbag, placed it on the table, and pushed it over.

Zhou Yongling looked down and saw a number written on it.

two millions.

His eyes widened.

"Sister Ying, this—"

Xie Wanying looked at him, her voice as calm as if she were chatting about everyday things.

"Brother Xiong wants you to buy a batch of weapons. Two million."

Zhou Yongling's hands trembled slightly.

Two million is no small sum.

He had worked for Ruan Xiong for so many years, and the largest deal he had ever handled was only a few hundred thousand.

Now, two million in weaponry—

"Brother Xiong wants to start a war with Naimi and seize territory."

Xie Wanying's voice brought him back to reality.

Zhou Yongling's heart skipped a beat.

Naimi was a warlord in Jiabu Village, with thousands of men under his command.

Ruan Xiong wants to start a war with him—and this is no small matter.

"Sister Ying,"

He spoke, his voice a little dry.

"What Xiong Ge means is—"

Xie Wanying looked at him.

"I'm having you buy this batch of weapons."

Zhou Yongling's mind raced.

Why should we make him step forward?

Can't Ruan Xiong buy it himself?

He thought about it for a moment, and then suddenly understood.

Ruan Xiong didn't want anyone to know that he was the one who wanted to buy this batch of weapons.

What he wanted was to catch Naimi off guard.

"Don't worry, Sister Ying."

He nodded.

"I will definitely do it well."

Xie Wanying looked at him.

"Should we still ask Lao Cheng?"

Zhou Yongling thought for a moment.

I'm familiar with Lao Cheng's area.

His goods are good, and the prices are fair.

"Don't worry, just ask him."

Xie Wanying shook her head.

"Find a few more people and compare prices."

Zhou Yongling paused for a moment, then nodded.

"Understood. Find a few more and compare prices."

Xie Wanying looked at his face and his eyes, and lowered her voice a few decibels.

"There's one more thing."

Zhou Yongling waited.

"When you buy it, don't reveal Xiong Ge's information. Just say someone else bought it."

Zhou Yongling's heart started racing again.

He understood perfectly well that not revealing information meant keeping everyone in the dark about the goods being ordered by Ruan Xiong.

If the news leaks out and Naimi finds out, he can make preparations in advance, and the two million in arms will be wasted.

"Sister Ying, don't worry. I will definitely handle this matter well."

Xie Wanying nodded.

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

When Zhou Yongling opened it, he found a thick stack of banknotes inside.

"This is a reward for your hard work."

Zhou Yongling put the money away and stood up.

"Thank you, Sister Ying. I'll get on it right away."

He turned around and strode out.

The door closed behind him, and the sound of footsteps faded into the distance in the corridor.

Xie Wanying was the only one left in the room.

She leaned back on the sofa, looking at the ceiling.

Two million in weapons.

Nguyen Hung wanted to go to war with Nai My.

If this batch of goods reaches Ruan Xiong's hands, his strength will double.

At that time, not only Naimi, but no one in the entire Borneo will be his match.

She stood up, walked to the window, and looked out at the sea.

Then, she turned around and walked back to the sofa to sit down.

"Gaccha".

The door opened, and Gacha walked in.

He stood in front of her with his head down.

"Sister Ying."

Xie Wanying looked at him.

"Go and find Su Zhenzhen."

Ga almost nodded, then turned and quickly walked out.

Half an hour later, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in."

The door opened, and Su Zhenzhen walked in.

She was wearing a low-cut red dress with a very low neckline, revealing her ample breasts.

Her hair was permed into big curls and draped over her shoulders. She wore heavy makeup, with thick eyeshadow and bright red lips.

She was still wearing the diamond ring Anthony had given her, which shone brightly under the lights.

She walked up to Xie Wanying with a smile on her face.

"Sister Ying, you wanted to see me?"

Xie Wanying looked at her.

"sit."

Su Zhenzhen sat down opposite, her eyes sparkling, waiting.

Xie Wanying paused for a second before speaking.

"Really, after Anthony dies, who will replace him?"

Su Zhenzhen was stunned for a moment.

She thought for a moment, then shook her head.

"Sister Ying, I don't know. I just heard he's a foreigner, but I don't know the specifics."

Xie Wanying nodded.

"Try to get close to them and see if you can establish a relationship."

Su Zhenzhen's eyes widened.

By getting close to foreigners and establishing a relationship, she thought of Anthony, of the man in bed, of the diamond ring he gave her, and of the slap he gave her.

Her face paled for a moment, just a moment.

Then she nodded.

"Sister Ying, don't worry. I'll definitely take care of it."

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.

"Here you go. This is your activity fee."

Su Zhenzhen put the money away, her eyes crinkling into crescent moons with a smile.

"Thank you, Sister Ying!"

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

"Sister Ying, wait for my news."

She pushed open the door and went out.

The door closed behind me.

Xie Wanying leaned back on the sofa, looking at the ceiling.

Anthony is dead, so who's the new foreigner?

What is its origin?

Are they easy to get along with?

She didn't know. But she knew Su Zhenzhen would investigate.

That woman may not have any other skills, but she's a master at gathering information and seducing men.

She stood up, walked to the window, and looked out at the sea.

A teahouse on Hong Kong Island.

Zhou Yongling sat in a private room on the second floor, with a pot of Tieguanyin tea and two plates of snacks in front of him.

He didn't move; he just waited.

The door was pushed open, and a person walked in.

He was in his forties, short and stout, wearing a floral shirt, with an oily face, and his eyes narrowed into slits when he smiled.

Boss Ma.

Lao Cheng's contact person on Hong Kong Island was specifically responsible for business negotiations.

"Mr. Zhou!"

He walked over with a smile and sat down opposite me. "Long time no see!"

Zhou Yongling also smiled.

"Boss Ma, have you been busy lately?"

Boss Ma waved his hand.

"What are you so busy with? Same old story, just busy doing nothing."

Zhou Yongling poured him a cup of tea.

Boss Ma picked up his teacup, took a sip, and put it down.

He looked at Zhou Yongling, his eyes gleaming with shrewdness.

"Mr. Zhou, did you come to see me today for business?"