Reborn in 1970, I thrived in Hong Kong.

Leslie Cheung was stunned, the roast goose leg he was holding hovering in front of his mouth, motionless.

After a long while, he smiled and said:

"Ah Ren, let me think about it first. If I really decide to come back to Hong Kong, I definitely won't go home. I'm afraid I'll have to stay at your place then."

Li Huai-ren turned around and glanced at him:

"Nonsense, we're brothers for life, where else would you live if not at my house?"

The two chatted and laughed all the way. Leslie Cheung finished the delicious food that Li Huai-ren had specially bought for him, and Li Huai-ren had already driven back to the villa.

Ye San Niang had a very good relationship with Leslie Cheung and doted on him. She was very happy to see him and after exchanging a few words with him, she urged him to go to the guest room to rest.

The next day, Teresa Teng wanted to return to the company early because she was releasing a new album that day, so she came over for breakfast very early in the morning.

But as soon as she entered the kitchen, she saw a woman with disheveled hair helping Ye San Niang fry fried dough sticks. Teresa Teng's heart skipped a beat:

"This...this scoundrel Li actually let another woman stay at his house last night? Was she Qingxia or who?"

Her legs went weak, and she felt an indescribable sadness in her heart. She immediately wanted to turn around and leave.

Just then, the woman seemed to sense someone behind her and turned to look at her. Immediately, she exclaimed in surprise:

"Teresa Teng, are you Teresa Teng? I've bought your records, I recognize you."

Teresa Teng was taken aback. She recognized the voice as male and pointed at the person, asking in surprise:

"You, you're a man?"

Upon hearing this, the man smiled, pulled out a rubber band from somewhere, and gathered his long, flowing hair into a ponytail.

"Haha, of course I'm a guy!"

Ye San Niang reached out and tidied his hair, muttering a few words to him:

"Ten, I told you before, what's the point of a handsome guy like you having long hair? It would be much better to have a neat short haircut like the young master."

If we were to name the people who were closest to Leslie Cheung in this world, his eldest sister would be one, his best friend and buddy Li Huai-ren would be another, and Ye San-niang would be the third.

Seeing that Ye San Niang wanted him to cut her hair again, Leslie Cheung put his arm around her shoulder. This time, instead of refusing, he smiled and said:

"Okay, Third Aunt, I'll do as you say. After breakfast, I'll get the same haircut as Ah Ren. For lunch, I want steamed grouper and Daliang fried milk, okay?"

Upon hearing this, Ye San Niang's eyes reddened, and she couldn't help but nag him again:

"Ten, you've suffered for over a year now, not even having a decent meal in England. Sigh, how can a father and son hold a grudge overnight?"

"You should come back to Hong Kong. I'll cook whatever you want to eat from now on..."

Seeing Leslie Cheung listening to Ye San Niang's nagging with a pained expression, yet unable to leave, Teresa Teng immediately covered her mouth and smiled, then quickly took a pot of freshly cooked congee with preserved egg and lean pork out of the kitchen.

Not long after, Li Huai-ren returned from practicing martial arts in the backyard, and the Lin sisters, Chen Yu-lian, Guan Jia-hui, and others arrived one after another.

Li Huai-ren introduced Leslie Cheung and the women to each other.

Leslie Cheung was a perceptive man. He noticed that Teresa Teng and Brigitte Lin were sitting on either side of Li Huai-ren, their seating arrangement seemingly fixed for a long time. Occasionally, the two women would even help Li Huai-ren pick out his favorite foods. He then guessed the relationship between the three of them quite accurately.

After eating a bowl of congee with preserved egg and lean pork and a boiled egg, Teresa Teng hurriedly went out to return to her record company.

Today is the global release of her second English album, and she is quite nervous, insisting on staying at the record company to hear the news.

Li Huai-ren took a bite of the congee with preserved egg and lean pork, looked up at Leslie Cheung, and asked:

"Ten, we have class today. Are you going to stay home and rest, or...?"

Leslie Cheung glanced back at Ye San Niang sitting next to him and shook his head:

"I'd better go get my hair cut first, otherwise I might as well not have this holiday. My third aunt will definitely nag me endlessly."

Also, now that I'm back in Hong Kong, even though I don't want to go home, I still have to visit my older sister's house. Otherwise, if she finds out, I'm sure I'll get a scolding.

After dropping off Lin Qingxia and the others at Maryknoll Convent School, Li Huai-ren immediately handed the car over to his security personnel as usual and switched to Qiao Wu's Mercedes to go to school.

As soon as he got into the car, Qiao Wu said to him:

"Boss, we've simulated the environment of Lei Luo's residence at Phoenix Film City and rehearsed it repeatedly. The best solution is to dig a tunnel directly to the basement of Lei Luo's villa..."

With a dozen or so fellow disciples from Longhu Mountain present, it wouldn't be difficult for them to quietly enter the place where Lei Luo kept the money from underground and take it all away.

But the crucial question now is, did Lei Luo really not deposit all of this money in the bank?

Li Huai-ren smiled:

"How could Lei Luo dare to deposit cash of dubious origin in a bank? Besides, which bank would he deposit it in?"

If he deposits money with British banks like HSBC and Standard Chartered, they could easily rip him off, leaving him with nowhere to turn for help.

Don't let his arrogance in Hong Kong fool you; he only dares to be arrogant towards Chinese people. He wouldn't dare to bare his teeth at foreigners even if you gave him a hundred lives!

These Chinese detectives are all British watchdogs, bullies within their own ranks.

Don't worry, the money that the Chinese detectives like Lei Luo and the British embezzled and took bribes from them wouldn't dare to be deposited in the bank without being laundered.

I remember that Piggy let slip twice last year when he was drunk that apart from spending some money to buy real estate, Lei Luo had not dared to deposit any of the money he had embezzled or accepted as bribes into the bank.

"So much cash must be kept in the basement of his current villa..."

After a pause, Li Huai-ren turned to look at Qiao Wu and continued:

"Since we've rehearsed it many times, let's get started. Is the tunnel entrance ready?"

Qiao Wu nodded:

"It's all arranged. We went through several intermediaries, all using the identities of deceased individuals, and rented a small warehouse near Lei Luo's villa..."

Li Huai-ren nodded:

"Okay, it's best to start as soon as possible."

Lei Luo, that old fox, probably sensed something was wrong. The British were now turning on their watchdogs, and after voluntarily retiring two years ago, he had been looking for a way out.

As far as I know, he has been slowly laundering his ill-gotten gains and has begun transferring them overseas.

Tell the brothers to hurry up and get Lei Luo's money. After that, don't let Yan Tong, Lan Jiang, or any of the other Chinese detectives or British guys get away. Try to bring it all back.

By the way, the Ma family has been selling "flour" by the ton for years, harming countless people and families, and committing countless heinous acts that would condemn sons to be born without penises or be struck by lightning. Their ill-gotten gains shouldn't be overlooked either.

Qiao Wu nodded, turned to look at Li Huai Ren, and said:

"Boss, don't worry."

When those fellow disciples came to Hong Kong, they brought a whole set of equipment with them, including a compass. They were guaranteed to find auspicious locations, lucky spots, and the places where Lei Luo and his associates hid their money and treasures – they were sure to find them every time.