The Hunter's Path: Starting as a constable, ascend to the Old Ones.

Wu Hua Street, Kwun Tong!

As reported on television news, footage of Yip Kwok-foon wielding an AK47 and exchanging fire with police immediately captured the attention of Hong Kong Island residents, making the street one of the most popular streets on the island.

Many people followed the trend and came to check in.

Wearing a baseball cap and leading his newly summoned Bloodhound, Lu Ming blended into the crowd like a passerby and went straight to the location where Ye Guohuan's group was exchanging fire with the police.

The bloodstains on the ground had long been washed away, leaving only a faint smell of blood in the air.

Skill--

Insight!

Lu Ming stood on the street and activated his skill. A vast amount of information from the surroundings flooded into his mind like rivers flowing into the sea.

The bustling conversations of onlookers, the bullet holes and fine marks left by bullets on the street, the faint traces of blood that are no longer visible to the naked eye...

He went through a mental storm, eliminating all irrelevant information and leaving only the information about the bloodstains. He glanced at the location of the collected bloodstains and almost instantly determined which bloodstain belonged to Ye Guohuan's gang.

Wang Wang!

As if by chance, Lu Ming led the Bloodhound past the bloodstains that had already been washed away with water. The Bloodhound sniffed and quickly collected the scent molecules scattered in the air, and in just a short while, it determined the direction of the bloody smell.

"Ye Guohuan, you can't escape!"

Lu Ming pulled down his baseball cap to hide the murderous intent in his eyes, his gaze seemingly able to see Ye Guohuan's figure across space.

This time, he also got to enjoy a grand feast.

……

Po On Street, West Kowloon.

This street is lined with old buildings, and it is also a breeding ground for crime and a den of iniquity, where gang fights and brawls frequently occur.

"Brother Huan, you really held off ten thousand men this time. Look how awesome you are, wielding an AK47 and making those useless cops unable to lift their heads."

Wong Pak-leung, a "distributor" with some local underworld connections, picked up the remote and turned off the TV. The image of Yip Kwok-foon on the TV screen went black in an instant.

He glanced at Ye Guohuan, who was sitting silently smoking in a chair, then looked at Ye Guohuan's underling lying on the long table, bleeding profusely. Suddenly, he scolded his underling who was helping to stop the bleeding, "I told you to put down two more newspapers, look at the blood all over the place, you're a real piece of work."

"I'm sorry, boss!"

Huang Bailiang's underlings immediately pulled out a large stack of newspapers from the pile and placed them on the ground. The headlines in these newspapers were arranged and "played" in an orderly manner like a slideshow.

The Vietnamese gang was destroyed, Ji Zhengxiong's gang was wiped out, Zhu Tao was imprisoned, and the bombing perpetrators were killed...

Ye Guohuan seemed to have discovered a new world. His gaze slowly swept over these major cases, finally settling on a policeman sitting in the interview area on the last newspaper, his face grim.

Huang Bailiang noticed that Ye Guohuan's gaze was on the "police officer" and pointed at the police photo, laughing: "Brother Huan, let me introduce you. This is Lu Ming, Lu Sir. He is a rising star in the police force. In the past six months, he has solved many major cases. Ji Zhengxiong, the king of thieves who was as famous as you, died by his gun."

"We high-rollers are most afraid of these shrewd, capable, and outstanding cops. Every time we do a deal, we're afraid they'll find out and come after us."

He shook his head and sighed, "Business is really tough these days. The police are watching too closely, and it's hard to sell the stock we have." He looked up at Ye Guohuan, "Especially your stock, Brother Huan, is of utmost importance. The last batch of yours that I took took two whole years to clear out."

"These days, making money from stocks, real estate, and chestnuts is far more profitable than eating at a fancy restaurant. I really can't keep doing this anymore."

Ye Guohuan didn't say anything, he just silently smoked.

"Boss Huang, just say what you have to say!"

Yip Kwok-fai's underling, Ah Kam, sensed that Wong Pak-leung was implying something, and immediately asked him directly.

"Brother Huan, 20% off, this batch of goods is only worth 20% at most."

Huang Bailiang finally revealed his true intentions.

"What did you say? We clearly agreed on a 40% discount beforehand, and now you're telling me it's only 20%? Damn it! Over ten million worth of goods, and you think you can just buy them all for two million? Aren't you afraid of stuffing yourself to death?"

Ye Guohuan's other henchman slammed his fist on the table and stood up, glaring angrily at Huang Bailiang.

"That's how business is; prices can change at any time. If you don't accept it, you can look for other buyers." Wong Pak-leung waved his hand and spread his hands. "However, if I can't buy it, I doubt there will be any other major buyers in the entire Hong Kong Island who can take this batch of goods."

He was clearly using his own resources to bully Ye Guohuan and his group.

Yip Kwok-foon was seen wielding an AK47 and exchanging fire with police in the street. Martial law has been declared throughout Hong Kong Island, with uniformed police officers and officers from the Serious Crimes Unit patrolling and searching the streets.

Every extra day that Yip Kwok-foon and his group stayed on Hong Kong Island increased their danger.

They're in a hurry to get the money and run away.

Wong Pak-leung was aware of this, which is why he dared to make such an excessive request.

"You bastard, you've clearly got us cornered!"

Ah Jin and Ah Zhong glared angrily at Huang Bailiang. Ah Liang, who was lying on the long table with blood all over the ground, struggled to get up and glared fiercely at Huang Bailiang.

"What do you want?"

Huang Bailiang's three henchmen stood up and shouted.

"Brother Huan, what do you think about this..."

Huang Bailiang didn't even glance at Ah Jin and the others, but instead focused his gaze on Ye Guohuan, knowing that Ye Guohuan was the one who would make the final decision.

Ye Guohuan stubbed out his cigarette with two fingers, stood up and dumped the gold jewelry he had snatched onto the table, saying indifferently, "Four-fold discount, open the safe and take the money."

His tone left no room for argument.

Huang Bailiang's face stiffened, and he said awkwardly, "Brother Huan, you're blatantly trying to steal from me."

Ye Guohuan took another cigarette from the pack, put it in his mouth, glanced at Huang Bailiang, and said, "Don't force me to do it myself."

"..."

Huang Bailiang was silent for a moment, looked at the AK47 on the table, forced a smile, and said, "Brother Huan, since you asked, anything is fine." He took out a lighter and went over to light Ye Guohuan's cigarette.

He then took out a set of keys from the drawer, opened the safe, and took out a large wad of red banknotes, saying, "Brother Huan, business is tough these days. I'm planning to change careers. You should find someone else to work with next time. From now on, we'll go our separate ways!"

Ye Guohuan didn't say much, just waved his hand and told A Jin and A Zhong to count the money.

Ah Jin and Ah Zhong quickly counted the money and nodded to Ye Guohuan to indicate that it was enough.

"Let's go, take Ah Liang with us!"

Ah Jin and Ah Zhong each carried a large bag on their backs, and together they helped Ah Liang, whose face was pale and whose eyes were unfocused, to his feet, and then went out together.

"Mr. Huang, sorry to bother you."

Ye Guohuan threw the remaining half of the cigarette on the ground, stomped it out, and casually picked up his AK47 from the table and followed.

Click!

Ah Jin opened the door and, together with Ah Zhong, helped Ah Liang out.

By this time, the streets were deserted and not a single person could be seen.

But at that moment, Ah Jin and Ah Zhong suddenly froze.

"Brother Huan, there's an ambush!"

A piercing scream shattered the silence of the night.

Da da da!

Ye Guohuan was suddenly greeted by the familiar sound of AK47 fire.