Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

A cold wind blew from the bottom of the mountain, and Andy Lau's mind cleared up considerably.

Walking home, my steps grew slower and heavier.

The heroic spirit I felt on the mountain just now faded away little by little, like smoke blown away by the wind.

Upon closer reflection: Is it really possible for a human to split a tree as thick as a person in two with an axe?

Bullets can't penetrate it.

Andy Lau stopped and squatted down by the roadside, pulling his hands into his hair, which hurt terribly.

What exactly is that child, no, that monster?

What he said—money, power, how he could run rampant in Hong Kong—made me feel excited at the time, but now I realize it was all bullshit.

A penniless man who doesn't even know where he'll get money for tomorrow's food, what can he possibly fight for?

What can we use to fight?

But he had already made that boast.

Three years.

He wants to make the whole of Hong Kong know his name, Andy Lau, within three years.

How can he let people know?

Am I to accept this worthless life?

I should have said thirty years, which would have corresponded to my own saying, "Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river."

But my mind was wandering, and I was thinking about Jojo, fearing that she would be a grandmother by now, thirty years from now.

What's the point of proving it yourself then?

"Aaaaaah!!!"

Andy Lau suddenly stood up and roared at the empty road. His voice echoed in the night, like a wounded wild beast.

"God, please help me. I want to be a great person. I want to be with Jojo. I don't want to be a thug anymore."

After yelling, he squatted on the ground, panting heavily.

A mountain breeze blew by, making him shiver with cold.

After a moment of silence, Andy Lau chuckled self-deprecatingly and was about to stand up when suddenly...

"Bang!"

A dark figure rolled down the hillside and landed squarely on Andy Lau.

The two of them fell several meters and rolled twice on the ground. Andy Lau's back hit a stone on the side of the road, making him wince in pain.

"Damn it, who attacked me?"

Wah-jai cursed and pushed away the things pressing on him, struggling to get up.

That was a person.

A man, a man wearing a sharp suit.

Andy Lau was stunned.

She crouched down and nudged his shoulder: "Hey, are you alright?"

The man was unresponsive, his breathing was very weak, and there was a wound on his forehead from which the blood had already congealed.

Andy Lau's gaze fell on the suit.

The material and the cut clearly indicate that it is very valuable.

When I was a hoodlum, I couldn't help but take a few extra glances whenever I passed by those high-end clothing stores.

I dream of wearing a suit like that, standing in front of the mirror, and seeing if I really look like a human being.

This person's identity is definitely not simple.

Maybe it's some big boss, maybe it's some gang leader, maybe it's... someone who can help you.

Andy Lau's heart suddenly started racing.

Did God hear the wish he just made?

I looked up at the sky, but there was nothing there except the dark night sky and a few stars that flickered on and off.

Looking down at the unconscious man, she gritted her teeth, picked him up, and headed down the mountain.

He knew a path that led him home through a few bushes and alleys.

That road is remote and not many people walk on it, but it's quick.

Andy Lau carried the man on his back, walking along the mountain path with uneven steps.

The man's weight pressed down on him, heavy and heavy, but he walked steadily and quickly.

He didn't know why he saved this person. Maybe it was because of the suit, maybe it was because of the wish he made earlier, or maybe it was just because he wanted to take a gamble.

He didn't want to be a petty thug anymore.

After a while.

Several dark figures appeared on the hillside behind them.

"Where is he? Why is he gone?" A deep voice rang out in the night, filled with obvious anxiety.

"I clearly saw it fall, how come I can't find it?" Another person held a flashlight and shone it around on the ground.

"Find them quickly! We need to see them alive or dead!"

Several figures dispersed, searching in the grass, woods, and hillsides, each carrying a gun.

But they went in the wrong direction.

The path Andy Lau took was hidden behind bushes; you couldn't spot it unless you looked closely.

After he carried the person away, those dark figures were still wandering around on the hillside.

Unbeknownst to them, the person they were looking for had already been snatched away by someone else.

The wealthy district in the distance.

A three-story villa sits on a hillside, surrounded by neatly manicured lawns and gardens.

In the living room, the crystal chandelier illuminated the entire room as bright as day.

On the leather sofa sat a man in his thirties, wearing a dark blue bathrobe and holding a glass of red wine.

"Brother Hao, you're really smart."

The young man gave a thumbs-up, his face beaming, "Luckily we listened to you and didn't rob the armored truck, otherwise this whole thing would have been a disaster."

Zhang Shih-hao took a sip of red wine and said slowly, "It's a small matter. That armored truck was obviously a decoy. Only that idiot Yang Ji-guang would not even take a policeman seriously."

"Yes, yes, Brother Hao is wise."

Ah-Xun asked, "Brother Hao, what's our next step?"

Zhang Shih-hao didn't say anything. He stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the brightly lit night view of Hong Kong.

Neon lights flashed, cars streamed by, and in the distance, several cruise ships slowly sailed across Victoria Harbour.

This bustling city is like a sleeping giant, waiting to be awakened.

"wait."

"What are you waiting for?"

"Wait for an opportunity."

Zhang Shih-hao turned around, his smile deepening.

"Hong Kong is about to descend into chaos. Hung Hing and Tung Sing are fighting over territory, and there's also a power struggle within the Wo Luen Shing triad. The old guys in the 14K triad are about to lose control."

Several people died at nightclubs in Tsim Sha Tsui today. The police are on high alert now. We'll take action when their attention is focused on these triads.

Zhang Shih-hao walked back to the sofa, sat down, picked up his wine glass, and gently swirled it: "When the time comes, all this money will be ours."

The young people exchanged glances, their eyes gleaming with excitement.

"Brother Hao is wise."

Ah-Hsun asked worriedly, "Brother Hao, I heard that the Crows of Tung Sing have also set their sights on this armored truck. What if we run into them?"

Zhang Shih-hao's face darkened slightly: "I will handle the matter of Crow. If he really dares to rob, go to the mainland and find a few more people like Yang Ji-guang. I will riddle their Dongxing people with bullets."

He put down his wine glass and waved his hand: "Alright, everyone go down. Ah Xun, you keep watch where you need to, and wait where you need to. Remember, without my order, no one is allowed to make any rash moves."

"yes!"

The group left.

Zhang Shih-hao was the only one left in the living room. He leaned back on the sofa, closed his eyes, and smiled.

"Even if the King of Heaven himself came, he couldn't stop me from making money. Whoever comes will die. You crow, huh? You better know your place, or I'll make sure you get on a plane."

What the hell!

Brother Hao is Brother Hao.

Domineering!

He was obsessed with making money all his life.

I'm even thinking of following him.

Lin Tian, ​​now in the shadows of the villa, was amazed. He never expected that his trip to collect some money would lead him to the home of the notorious bandit Zhang Shih-hao.

What do you think we should do about this?

If I take his money, will he send a dozen or so Yang Jiguangs to chop me up... oh no, to invite me to eat peanuts?

He'll probably be furious.

Lin Tian was somewhat excited.

Going head-to-head with Brother Hao, he makes money, and I make money too—just thinking about it is exciting.

Hahaha……

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