After ten years undercover, I'm giving up.

On the Taiping Mountain.

Night enveloped the mountaintop, and the surroundings were exceptionally quiet. The lights of Central were dazzling below, and the outline of Victoria Harbour was faintly visible in the distance. Prosperity and power seemed to be trampled underfoot.

This area has never been just for the wealthy.

It is also a symbol of power.

In earlier years, this place was not even accessible to Chinese people who wanted to come.

That evening, the old butler reported to Baron John, who was far away in Victoria, about the incident in which young John had been slapped.

When Baron John heard that his son had been beaten, he was furious.

Swire has indeed kept a low profile in recent years.

Swire is so low-profile that when people in Hong Kong mention British-owned conglomerates, their first reaction is HSBC and Jardine Matheson, and they rarely think of Swire immediately.

Being low-key doesn't mean Taikoo is easy to bully.

This does not mean that the John family can be humiliated by a Chinese policeman.

"Did that man named Ma Zhichao go and apologize?"

"I've already contacted the Commissioner of Police and asked him to personally order Ma Zhichao to come over. Judging by the time, he should be arriving soon."

"Very good. This person must be severely punished and made to publicly admit his mistake in front of all the media in Hong Kong."

"I will handle it as you wish."

After hanging up the phone, the old housekeeper called over a maid.

"Go check the doorway to see if anyone is outside."

The maid bowed and quickly went out to check.

A moment later, she returned and reported in a low voice, "No one is here."

The old butler's face immediately darkened.

Boom!

He slammed his cane heavily on the floor.

"A mere Chinese police officer doesn't even understand the most basic respect!"

"How dare you be late!"

At this point, the old butler still believed that no matter how arrogant Ma Zhichao was, he would eventually be afraid of the power of the Taigu and John families; he was just delayed on the way.

But the anger in his heart had been completely ignited.

When Ma Zhichao arrives, he must be taught a severe lesson.

At the very least, he should be made to kneel outside the villa and be exposed to the mountain wind all night!

Twenty minutes later, the old butler again sent the maid out to check.

The answer remains the same: no.

His anger surged even higher.

Thirty minutes later, when I checked again, it was still empty.

The old butler's face grew increasingly grim.

Forty minutes passed, and there was no sign of him.

Fifty minutes passed, and he still hadn't arrived!

Sixty minutes passed, and there was still no movement outside the door!

Bang!

This time, the old butler completely lost his temper.

"Good, very good!"

"Ma! Zhi! Chao!"

He angrily grabbed the phone and called Police Commissioner Charles directly.

"Charles, did you actually tell Ma Zhichao what I asked you to convey?"

Charles's voice held a perfectly timed hint of surprise: "Mr. Will, I notified him two hours ago. What? He hasn't gone yet?"

"No!"

"That makes sense."

The old butler frowned: "What do you mean by that?"

Charles sighed: "When I relayed this to him, he said he didn't know anything about the John family or what the Ancient Ones were."

"I also specifically reminded him of Swire's status in Hong Kong Island, hoping he would take it seriously."

"I didn't expect that after I finished speaking, he would reply with... one sentence..."

At this point, Charles deliberately paused, his tone becoming hesitant, as if he was afraid to say it aloud.

The old butler's voice suddenly grew even colder: "What exactly did he say?"

"This... I'm afraid it's not appropriate to relay. As you know, these people haven't received a proper gentleman's education, so their speech is naturally rude."

Charles began to embellish the story wildly.

"Say it," the old butler said, his tone as sharp as a knife.

"Well, I'll just say it directly then."

"explain!"

He said... "Eat shit!"

Charles almost burst out laughing after saying that.

He could already imagine how angry Will, the old butler who usually maintained the airs of a British gentleman, would be.

Bang!

Sure enough, a sound of something heavy breaking immediately came from the other end of the phone.

"Fuck!"

"Fuck!"

"Fuck!"

Even through the phone line, Charles could hear his usually mild-mannered butler suddenly unleashing a torrent of profanities.

He could barely contain his laughter.

Hahaha~~

Ma Zhichao, I'd like to see how you're going to get out of this mess!

Do you think that just because you've done a few good deeds, you can really do whatever you want?

If others don't want you to climb up, why do you still want to keep rising?

Go dream!

……

the next day.

Sunlight streamed through the forests of Victoria Peak, and the chirping of birds echoed throughout the mountains.

John didn't wake up from his large bed until noon.

He attended a party at a friend's house last night and had too much fun. He wasn't picked up by the old housekeeper until after 3 a.m. and brought back to the villa.

He had just gotten out of bed when he felt his stomach still cramping.

"Mother fuck!"

John, grumbling and cursing, pushed open the door and went out in his pajamas.

Upon arriving in the lobby, he casually grabbed a golf club and strode out with a menacing air.

Seeing this, the old butler immediately asked, "Young master, where are you going?"

"I'm going to beat that piece of trash to death with my own hands!"

John's face twisted with malice. "He should be kneeling outside the door by now, right?"

The old butler: "..."

John arrived at the villa's entrance barefoot.

Then--

The area outside the door was empty.

There wasn't a soul in sight.

"???"

Where are they?

John angrily swept his gaze around.

There was nothing but a cement road leading up the mountain, trees on both sides, and cold fences.

His emotions exploded instantly.

"Where is that piece of trash?!"

The old butler quickly reassured him, "It's obvious that person has a narrow vision; he can only see his own little world and doesn't understand what the Swire Group and the John family mean at all."

John wasn't listening to any of that: "Stop talking nonsense! Where is he?"

The old butler paused for a moment, then said, "He didn't come."

The old butler didn't dare tell young John that he had said "Eat shit!"

Otherwise, given this young master's temper, who knows what kind of trouble he might cause.

John was so angry he was trembling all over.

"Fuck!"

"Fuck!"

"Fuck!"

"Fuck!"

……

at the same time.

Police Department, Chief Commissioner's office.

Charles received a call from the Governor's House.

The Grand Commander's voice sounded good: "I have good news for you. Her Majesty the Queen is very satisfied with your performance in quickly quelling the incident."

Charles immediately perked up: "Thank you, Your Majesty!"

The Grand Marshal continued, "Furthermore, Her Majesty the Queen has also taken note of Ma Zhichao, the man who killed Johnny Wan, the notorious bandit of the century. She believes he has the potential to inspire and motivate him to serve Victoria."

Charles's heart sank: "You mean...?"

The Grand Commander laughed and said, "Excellent, award the medal. Her Majesty the Queen is prepared to award Ma Zhichao the Order of the Lieutenant General."

Upon hearing this, Charles's expression immediately became somewhat unnatural.

Awarding medals?

How dare that lawless bastard Ma Zhichao receive Her Majesty's medal?

Victoria has a long-standing tradition on Hong Kong Island.

They used titles and medals to win over Chinese people with status, wealth, and influence.

At the same time, those who served the British Empire in various forms were awarded the Order of the British Empire.

The Knight's Order, from highest to lowest, are:

Grand Cross of the Order of the British Empire (GBE).

The Knight Commander Medal is KBE; the female equivalent is DBE.

Commander's Medal, CBE.

Officer of the Order of the British Order, OBE.

Medal of Honor, MBE.

Basically, most of Hong Kong's top tycoons have similar honors to varying degrees.

Although Sir Shaw's assets are not among the top tier, he is called Sir Shaw by outsiders because he controls the media platform TVB and has also received awards.

Charles felt increasingly frustrated.

Even he himself doesn't have any medals yet.

He'll probably only have a chance to get one when he retires, thanks to his position as Commissioner of Police.

What makes Ma Zhichao so special?