Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

"Who wants to die?"

Lin Tian's voice turned cold, "When you killed people back then, did you ever think that those people also wanted to live, didn't they want to die?"

The fat old man opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.

He did kill someone when he was young, but that happened decades ago.

He thought those debts had been paid off long ago, and that after so many years, they wouldn't bother him anymore.

Now he realizes that a debt of human life never expires.

Lin Tian stopped looking at him and walked to the window to stand next to Uncle Deng.

The two stood side by side, one old and one young, one tall and one short, the moonlight shining through the window, casting a silvery glow on them.

"Uncle Deng, do you have any last words?"

Uncle Deng turned to look at the eight-year-old child. There was no murderous intent, no ferocity, and not even anger in his eyes.

It was very calm, as calm as a stagnant pool.

This calm frightened him.

He killed so many people and saw so much blood, yet he was never afraid.

Now he's scared.

"Lin Tian, ​​do you know about the Hongmen?"

"I know." Lin Tian nodded.

"If you kill us, the Hongmen will not let you get away with it."

Uncle Deng's voice was old and hoarse as he spoke each word clearly: "Wo Luen Shing is a branch of the Hung Society. We have people in the Hung Society."

"If you kill us, you'll be going against the Hongmen. The Hongmen has millions of members worldwide. Can you kill them all?"

Lin Tian looked at him, a slow smile creeping onto his lips. "Uncle Deng, are you threatening me?"

"It's not a threat, it's a reminder."

Uncle Deng's voice softened, "Lin Tian, ​​you're still young, don't go astray. If you let us go, I can pretend nothing happened today."

What Big D can give you, I can give you too.

"You want money? I'll give you money. You want territory? I'll give you territory. Whatever you want, I'll give you. Why risk your life for someone else?"

Lin Tian smiled.

"Uncle Deng, you just said you'd wait for me and Big D to make a mistake so you could strike them deadly, but now you're saying you'll act like nothing happened. You've changed your mind way too fast."

Uncle Deng's face turned pale.

He didn't expect Lin Tian to have heard everything.

"Uncle Deng, you've killed a lot of people in your life, and it hasn't been easy for you to get to where you are now. I understand that you're getting old and want to enjoy your retirement and preserve your family's wealth."

Lin Tian paused, "But your mistake was going against Big D. He's someone I'm protecting, so you have to die."

Uncle Deng pointed his cane at Lin Tian: "You little brat, you don't know the immensity of heaven and earth. You can't even imagine the power of the Hongmen in Hong Kong."

If you kill us, the Hongmen will send experts. Can you stop them? How many can you fight by yourself?

Lin Tian picked at his ear, looking impatient.

"Uncle Deng, weren't you just saying you'd fight back? I thought you had a lot of backbone."

He sized up Uncle Deng, his gaze like that of someone looking at a clown. "So you're still afraid of death after all this? All this beating around the bush, isn't it just to get me to let you go? Just say it directly, isn't this roundabout way tiring?"

Uncle Deng's face turned red with embarrassment: "I'm doing this for your own good. Going against the Hongmen will only lead to a bad end."

"Yeah?"

Lin Tian tilted his head. "I don't believe it."

Uncle Deng was speechless for a moment.

Lin Tian asked疑惑地问道, "You said Wo Luen Shing is a branch of the Hung Society, how did they tolerate you splitting off?"

"I……"

Uncle Deng remained silent.

He did indeed fall out with the Hongmen when he was young, that was decades ago. He later backed down and paid a large sum of protection money to save his life.

From then on, Wo Luen Shing had to make offerings to the Hung Society every day.

Because he knew how terrifying the Hongmen was, he didn't want to die.

He dared not oppose the Hung Society again, nor did he dare let others oppose the Hung Society, especially since Big D, a money-making expert, wanted to break away from Wo Luen Shing and start his own business.

He could not tolerate it. He hadn't been this angry even when Ah Le died, since the man was already dead.

"The Hongmen... is different." Uncle Deng's voice was very soft.

"What's the difference?"

Lin Tian stared at Uncle Deng, "We're all human, we all have two shoulders and one head, who's more noble than whom?"

Let them come if they want, I'll be waiting.

You're just a spineless, old, toothless tiger who only dares to show off in your own little corner of the world.

The Wo Luen Shing syndicate is a waste of talent in the hands of you old guys. It is clearly more powerful than Hung Hing and Tung Sing combined, yet it has fallen to such a state.

You old scoundrels only know how to occupy positions without doing anything, and you still have the nerve to live in this world? The sensible ones have already stepped down.

Uncle Deng looked at him and suddenly sighed.

He's old; this world no longer belongs to him.

This Lin Tian is bolder, more arrogant, and stronger than he was when he was young.

"Go ahead and do it."

"Uncle Deng, is there anything else you want to say? I'm a very democratic person."

Seeing that he was resigned to his fate, Lin Tian said something more.

Uncle Deng looked out the window.

The neon lights were still flashing, and people were still walking on the street. The city's night was no different from any other.

He recalled his youth when he first came to Hong Kong from the mainland, penniless, sleeping on the streets and under bridges, so hungry he had to eat tree bark.

It was the Hongmen that gave him food and a path to follow.

He fought and risked his life alongside the Hongmen, but his ambition grew... Society taught him a lesson... He climbed his way up to where he is today step by step.

"Tell Big D that the Wo Luen Shing company is in his hands now. Tell him to treat the brothers of Wo Luen Shing well and not to disappoint them."

"Anything else?"

Uncle Deng shook his head. No.

He has said everything he needed to say.

All the grudges and affections of this life, all the glory and despair of this life, vanished with this sigh.

He recalled herding cattle in the countryside when he was a child, lying on the grass and watching the clouds in the sky. At that time, he didn't know what the Jianghu (江湖, a term referring to the world of martial arts and chivalry), the underworld, or fate was.

Now he knows.

Life is like a bullet, a knife, an axe...

"Pfft!"

Uncle Deng rolled to the ground, his eyes fixed on the few survivors.

"Uncle Deng..."

The fat old man watched all of this unfold in despair, powerless to do anything. The next second, fear crept into his heart; it was his turn.

"Young friend Lin Tian, ​​I have a granddaughter who is as beautiful as a flower..."

"Pfft!"

The fat old man shut his mouth.

Lin Tian scoffed, "I'm only eight years old, and you think you can corrupt me with your beauty? What cadre can withstand your test?"

"You might as well just die, otherwise how many corrupt officials will emerge in Hong Kong?"

"That Grandpa Lin Tian, ​​just ignore him..."

"Pfft!"

Before the short old man could finish speaking, he was sent to report to the underworld.

Lin Tian said suddenly, "Damn old man, calling me grandpa at your age, are you trying to shorten my lifespan? You deserve to die!"

"Young friend Lin Tian, ​​I have a handsome grandson..."

"Pfft!"

Lin Tian said with disgust, "You deserve to die too. I'm a real man from Beijing, not some superior breed from Chengdu or Shanxi."

"That Lin Tianxiao..."

"Pfft!"

"You're the one who talks too much nonsense? What's wrong with you? Are you blind?"

"that……"

"Pfft!"

"Shut up!"

"That……"

"furious!!"

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