Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

Zhang Shih-hao was reading the newspaper in the living room of his villa. The headline was about the shootout between Tung Sing and Hung Hing, with the headline "Gangs Clash, Heavy Casualties."

He put down the newspaper, picked up the coffee on the table, and took a sip.

"I never imagined that Hong Kong would have a second Yang Jiguang."

Zhang Shih-hao muttered to himself, his eyes gleaming.

Yang Jiguang was truly daring and willing to fight and kill; he even dared to fire a gun at the police.

Now, another Chan Ho-nam has emerged.

Ah Xun, who was standing nearby, leaned over and said, "Brother Hao, should we get in touch with this Chan Ho-nam?"

Zhang Shih-hao shook his head: "No rush, let's take a look first."

"This person is someone important, but whether he can survive this period of upheaval is still unknown. Let's talk about it again once he's established himself."

This city has never lacked powerful figures.

But few of them will have the last laugh.

However, the person involved, Chan Ho-nam, was hiding at the pastor's house to heal his wounds, completely unaware of this perfect misunderstanding.

In the small house at the foot of the mountain, Andy Lau sat on the edge of the bed, his face full of worry.

He looked at the man on the bed, whose head was bandaged and who was still unconscious, and sighed.

Seventh Brother just came to see him and brought him a message.

Tung Sing and Hung Hing may be about to have a major battle.

Chan Ho-nam, the gang leader of Causeway Bay, killed Crow and Smiling Tiger from Tung Sing.

One person wiped out two gangs, and more than seventy or eighty people were all dead.

When Andy Lau heard the news, he was completely stunned.

Crow, he's one of the Five Tigers of Tung Sing, a figure whose mere presence in Temple Street could shake the city.

Smiling Tiger, a local tyrant in Mong Kok, with hundreds of men under his command.

Such a person can die so easily.

He was killed by a young man who was about the same age as him.

He recalled the harsh words he had uttered on the mountaintop.

In three years, I will make my name known throughout Hong Kong.

Looking back now, it's really laughable.

What does he have to compare with others?

Am I to accept this worthless life?

Andy Lau stood up and paced back and forth in the room.

There's no future in being a hoodlum.

Even someone as powerful as Crow got slaughtered.

No matter how well you join a gang, you're still just a thug, and you could be hacked to death in the street at any time.

To rise above others, you must have your own strength.

To have power, you must have money.

With money, you can recruit soldiers and horses, and accomplish great things.

There are so many triads in Hong Kong; you can't get ahead by just hanging around. You'll only die at any time.

Andy Lau stopped and looked at the man who was still unconscious on the bed.

This person, wearing such an expensive suit, must be rich.

If I save him, will he repay me?

Will they give me some money?

Andy Lau's mind raced.

He recalled what Lin Tian had said to him when they were on the mountaintop.

Money, money, and more money. It's all about money.

With money, you can recruit soldiers and horses, become the boss, and make those who bully you kneel down and beg for mercy.

He clenched his fist, his eyes slowly hardening.

Outside the window, the sun was setting on the horizon.

As Andy Lau gazed at the silhouettes of the skyscrapers in the distance, he secretly vowed that one day he too would stand atop the tallest building and overlook the entire Hong Kong.

At Jojo's house.

The housekeeper and servants came in and out, bringing out dish after dish, filling the table to the brim.

Today there's one more person: JoJo's mother.

Bai Jin wore a well-tailored cheongsam, her hair pulled back, revealing a well-maintained face.

She looks somewhat like JoJo, but her temperament is completely different.

JoJo is gentle, she is aloof, with an air of authority that comes from long-held high positions.

"Mommy, these are Xiaotian and Tangtang that I told you about."

JoJo held Tangtang's hand, her eyes crinkling with laughter, "Tangtang, call her Auntie."

Tangtang obediently greeted, "Hello, Auntie."

Bai Jin nodded lightly, glanced at the two children, and said nothing.

She had already had someone investigate the matter concerning the two children.

He is definitely not a native of Hong Kong; he came from mainland China.

One was eight years old, and the other was three and a half. These children were so young to be able to come to Hong Kong. They must have been sold by someone.

They also lacked information about their entry into the country, further confirming that this was true.

As for investigating in mainland China, she doesn't have that capability yet.

The daughter herself suggested taking them in as siblings; it wasn't a calculated move, but purely a matter of fate and coincidence.

As long as it's not directed at her own daughter, it's fine.

Bai Jin picked up her teacup, took a sip, and her gaze fell on Lin Tian.

This child is quite composed, sitting there neither humble nor arrogant, with clear eyes, unlike a typical eight-year-old.

Lin Tian also looked Bai Jin up and down.

This woman was a strong, independent woman; you could tell from her posture and the way she looked at people. She politely greeted me, "Hello, Auntie."

Tangtang followed suit and sweetly greeted, "Hello, Auntie."

Perhaps it was because Tangtang's sweet smile was so adorable that Bai Jin's lips twitched slightly, revealing a rare smile.

She nodded, which was a basic indication that she approved of the two children.

JoJo saw this and breathed a sigh of relief.

She took her mother's hand and said, "Mom, sit down and eat, the food is getting cold."

Bai Jin sat down, and JoJo picked up a piece of fish for her.

Bai Jin lowered her head and ate, while JoJo put another piece of pork rib on Tangtang's plate and whispered, "Tangtang, eat more."

Tangtang nibbled on the ribs, her cheeks puffed out like a little hamster. She looked up at Bai Jin, then at JoJo, and suddenly smiled.

"Sister, Auntie, you look so alike! You're both so beautiful."

Bai Jin was taken aback for a moment, then JoJo laughed and pinched Tangtang's cheek: "You have such a sweet tongue."

Bai Jin's lips twitched again, this time with a larger movement. This family hadn't been this joyful in a long time.

At first it was a little awkward, but under the influence of JoJo and Tangtang, the atmosphere gradually became more harmonious.

Tangtang kept asking Bai Jin, "Auntie, what do you usually eat?" and then, "Auntie, what color do you like?" Her little mouth was chattering away like a little sparrow.

Bai Jin was amused by her and would occasionally respond, the frost on her face slowly melting away.

Lin Tian ate his meal quietly, occasionally putting food on Tangtang's plate and answering JoJo's questions.

He doesn't talk much, but every time he does, it's perfectly timed.

Bai Jin noticed this and her opinion of the two children rose even higher.

After the meal, the servants cleared away the dishes and replaced them with fruit and tea.

Bai Jin picked up her teacup and looked at JoJo: "It's been chaotic outside lately. Tung Sing and Hung Hing are fighting each other, and a lot of people have died. You should stay home and not go out."

JoJo nodded: "Okay, Mom, we're not going anywhere."

She didn't mention the crows harassing her that afternoon, afraid of worrying her mother.

Bai Jin then looked at Lin Tian and Tangtang: "You two, don't run around."

Lin Tian nodded: "Okay, Auntie."

Tangtang nodded in agreement: "Tangtang won't run around, Tangtang will be good."

Bai Jin looked at Tangtang's round little face, a hint of tenderness flashing in her eyes.

She put down her teacup and stood up: "Alright, I'm a little tired today, I'll rest first. JoJo, take good care of them."

"Okay, Mommy."

Lin Tian was idly playing with a Rubik's Cube, and before he could even solve one side, Jojo came over and said, "Little Tian, ​​how about I take you to elementary school in a couple of days?"

"No, Jojo-neechan!"

"There's no room for discussion on this."

"Don't come any closer!!!"

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