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

After doing all that, he was covered in sweat, but the burning pain and swelling in his wound seemed to have lessened somewhat.

Then, he picked up the "Physical Repair Agent (Basic)".

The medicine was contained in a clear glass ampoule, pale blue, slightly swirling, making it impossible to discern the ingredients. The label's instructions were simple: for oral administration, to accelerate wound healing, restore physical strength, and strengthen the body's basic constitution.

Without further hesitation, he broke open the ampoule and poured the slightly viscous, colorless, and odorless liquid into his mouth.

The medicine felt cool upon entering the mouth and slid down the throat. Almost instantly upon entering the stomach, a gentle yet powerful warm current rapidly spread from the abdomen to every part of the body!

It was as if the parched and cracked earth had been nourished by sweet rain!

The feeling of fatigue dissipated as quickly as the tide receded!

The pain and discomfort at the wound site also decreased at a rate that could be perceived by the naked eye!

A long-lost, abundant sense of power re-emerged in my muscles and bones!

He could even feel the flesh and blood from the wounds on his left arm and right leg tingling slightly—a sign that the cells were dividing and healing at an accelerated pace!

He didn't use the "Energy Restoration Potion (Basic)" immediately, but carefully put it away. The name itself suggested it was for restoring energy in crucial moments; using it now would be a waste.

After treating his wounds and eating, Chen Feng felt as if he had been reborn. Although he was still far from a full recovery, he had at least escaped the danger of being seriously injured and near death, and regained most of his mobility.

He then looked at the remaining two packages.

【Time-Adapted Currency Package (Hong Kong Dollar)】

He opened the brown paper bag. Inside were several thick stacks of crisp new Hong Kong dollar banknotes. The denominations were ten, fifty, and one hundred dollars. He quickly counted them; the total was approximately five thousand Hong Kong dollars.

Five thousand Hong Kong dollars!

In this day and age, on Hong Kong Island, this could be a huge sum of money for an ordinary working-class family! Enough for them to rent a decent place, buy essential supplies, and live comfortably for several months!

With this money, they were no longer penniless illegal immigrants who could starve to death on the streets at any moment!

Finally, there is the [Hide Identity Aid Item (Basic)].

A dark blue suit, made of ordinary but reasonably well-made material, a white shirt, a dark tie, and a pair of polished black leather shoes. And a plain baseball cap.

And—two hard cards.

Chen Feng picked up the card. It was an identity card. An identity card issued by the Hong Kong British government.

A photo was pasted on it, and it was clearly him! Although the photo was somewhat blurry, and his hairstyle and clothing had been altered (making him look more like an ordinary Hong Kong Island resident), his facial features were clearly recognizable. Name: Chan Kwok-tung. Date of Birth: [Date in 1940]. Address: [Address in Sham Shui Po, Kowloon]. The date of issuance was several months ago.

The other photo is of Xiaoyu. The photo has also been edited; she has short hair, is wearing a floral shirt, and looks like a shy boy. Name: Chen Xiaoyun. Relationship: Younger brother. Same address.

The document was crudely made, but it contained all the necessary information and seals. Given the chaotic state of household registration management on Hong Kong Island at that time, this level of fake document was sufficient for most daily needs, unless one encountered extremely strict special checks.

With these two ID cards, he and Xiaoyu could transform from shady human traffickers into ordinary citizens with "legal" identities who could walk relatively freely on the streets of Hong Kong Island!

Chen Feng held the two cards, which felt both light and incredibly heavy, and remained silent for a long time.

Food, water, medicine, money, identity... all the seemingly insurmountable obstacles to survival that stood in their way were swept away one by one in a short period of time after this mysterious "system" appeared!

This is more than just providing timely help.

This is simply... a miracle from heaven!

After the initial euphoria came a deeper calm and vigilance.

Where did this "system" come from? Why was he chosen? What is its purpose? Will those items that appeared out of nowhere, far exceeding the level of ordinary resources in this era (such as well-packaged military compressed biscuits, glass bottled water, penicillin injection, and even that magical medicine) leave any flaws?

But at this moment, it's pointless to pursue these unanswered questions.

All he knew was that he and Xiaoyu had survived. Moreover, they now had the possibility of establishing themselves in this unfamiliar city, and even... secretly accumulating power.

He reorganized all his supplies (except for what he was eating and using), and mentally returned them to his ten-cubic-meter personal space. He left only a set of clean clothes (for himself and Xiaoyu to change into), some cash (about five hundred Hong Kong dollars), and the two ID cards with him.

The feeling of storing and retrieving items in this space is incredibly wonderful. With a thought, supplies appear or disappear silently and without a trace. This is undoubtedly the most perfect way to conceal and carry things.

"Xiaoyu," Chen Feng said gently but firmly, looking at Xiaoyu, who had eaten and drunk her fill and whose face had regained some color, but was still shaken. "Let's change our dirty clothes and leave here."

Xiaoyu looked at the clean clothes her brother had suddenly produced, along with the magical food and medicine. Although she was filled with doubt and shock, she had absolute trust in her brother. She didn't ask any questions, but simply nodded obediently.

Inside the pipe, the two quickly changed out of their tattered clothes, which were stained with blood, mud, and smelled of the sea and sweat, and put on clean, well-fitting ordinary clothes, trousers, shoes, and socks.

Chen Feng put on his dark blue overalls; although the material was ordinary, they were clean and tidy, making him look like an ordinary worker who had just finished work. Xiao Yu wore a floral shirt and dark trousers, and put on a baseball cap that covered most of her face, making her look more like a quiet, thin boy.

Chen Feng put the dirty clothes he had changed out of and the old, tattered tool bag directly into his personal space—eliminating all traces and leaving no evidence.

After finishing all this, Chen Feng checked the weapons again. Two Type 54 pistols were fully loaded and cleverly concealed in his new clothes, tucked into his waistband. The empty submachine gun and remaining ammunition were also put away.

He took Xiaoyu's hand.

Xiaoyu's hands were still a little cold, but they were no longer trembling violently.

"Remember our new names and new identities," Chen Feng whispered, "My name is Chen Guodong, and yours is Chen Xiaoyun. You're my younger brother. We live in Sham Shui Po. If anyone asks, just say we're here looking for work. Keep quiet."

"Mmm." Xiaoyu nodded vigorously, silently repeating the words "Chen Guodong," "Chen Xiaoyun," and "Sham Shui Po" in her mind several times.

Chen Feng took one last look at the abandoned pipe that had given them temporary shelter, then pulled Xiao Yu along and bent down to crawl out.

Outside, the sky was already beginning to lighten.

The outline of Hong Kong Island in the distance became clearer in the morning mist, and the silhouettes of the high-rise buildings resembled a jungle.

The sound of the waves remains, but the air is now filled with more of the sounds of the city waking up.

Chen Feng determined the direction—based on the address "Sham Shui Po" on his ID card and the outline of the city in the distance, he roughly judged that he should head northeast, first try to leave this desolate coastal area, find a populated place, and then ask for specific directions.

He pulled Xiaoyu along, carefully walking towards the city along the edge of the abandoned irrigation canal.

His steps were steady, and his eyes were sharp as he surveyed his surroundings.

He was dressed in clean clothes, had enough Hong Kong dollars in his pockets to live on for a while, and carried "legal" identification in his arms. His wounds were healing rapidly, and his strength was recovering. His consciousness was connected to a mysterious "system" with ten cubic meters of storage space and unknown resources...

Despair was already behind us.

The road ahead remains shrouded in mist and fraught with hidden dangers.

But at least, they are no longer destitute fugitives at the mercy of others.

They have the means to struggle for survival, and even... to secretly spy and wait for their chance in the shadows of this Pearl of the Orient.

The list of blood debts may have to be temporarily buried in my heart.

Survival and hiding have become the only goals at present.

But Chen Feng knew that the flames of revenge that had not been extinguished had only been temporarily buried beneath deeper ashes.

As long as he is alive, as long as he has the strength.

Those names, those debts...

Someday.

Not a single one can be left alive.

This vow, like a brand, is deeply engraved in the depths of his soul, and has not faded in the slightest because of this new land.

The morning light finally pierced through the darkness of night.

Hong Kong Island welcomes a new day.

Two "ordinary people" with new identities quietly integrate into the edge of this huge, prosperous, yet turbulent city, beginning their unknown and brand-new...infiltration and survival.