Dai Feng put his wallet back in his pocket, slammed his hands on the gambling table, and leaped onto it, pouncing on his opponent!
Before the man could react, Dai Feng had already landed beside him, grabbed the man's head with his left hand and slammed him hard against the gambling table, while his right hand grabbed the gleaming iron dice cup that had been shaken around for years and smashed it down on the man's mouth!
In just one blow, several of the man's front teeth were smashed off!
Several of the man's friends or subordinates behind him tried to rush forward to save their companion, but Dai Feng swiftly raised his left leg and kicked out! He slammed the man who was rushing the fastest right in the face! The man was almost lifted off the ground by the kick! His body swayed and he fell to the side! This fierce move frightened the other guys who were about to rush forward, and they immediately stopped, not daring to move forward rashly.
Having landed a kick, Dai Feng continued to raise the dice cup and smashed it several times into the jawbone of the man whose mouth was gushing blood, knocking out his molars as well!
"Next time you ask for money, remember not to swear." Dai Feng threw away the blood-stained dice cup, patted the man who had already been knocked unconscious by several heavy blows, and said.
After saying that, he straightened up and raised his hands. This single gesture startled the other gamblers a few steps away, who hurriedly retreated, fearing they would be unlucky enough to be beaten. Dai Feng simply raised his hand to straighten his coat, glanced around the Gambling den, smiled disdainfully, and turned to leave the Gambling den.
After he disappeared outside the door, a group of people gathered around the gambling table, helped the man up, and one of his companions, while covering his mouth with a towel to stop the bleeding, shouted to the gamblers in the Gambling den, "Does anyone recognize that bastard from earlier? He actually dared to cause trouble for Wo Shing Yee's gang!"
The crowd fell silent, except for a shoeshine boy huddled in a corner, his weak voice uttering, "I think... I think I've seen him before on the streets of Tsim Sha Tsui where the Shanghai people live."
Zhang Weilin had just left, didn't see what happened inside the Gambling den. His fourth uncle Zhang Yuliang, led him to the back seat of a Zhang Yuliang that had been waiting for him outside. Sitting in the back seat, Zhang Yuliang didn't speak immediately. Two minutes later, Dai Feng came out of the Gambling den and got into the passenger seat. Only then did he speak, saying, "Zhonghe Teahouse, Tsim Sha Tsui."
The driver took Zhang Yuliang and the other two to the entrance of the Zhonghe Teahouse Tsim Sha Tsui. Zhang Yuliang led Zhang Weilin, who was hanging his head and dared not speak, directly up to the private room on the second floor. After paying the fare, Dai Feng did not follow them in. Instead, he ordered a cup of Longjing tea brewed in a Yixing teapot Longjing at the open seating area on the second floor and waited outside.
Zhang Yuliang sat in the old Shanghai- style private room, silently watching Zhang Weilin. Zhang Weilin rubbed his hands, occasionally glancing at his fourth uncle, whose face was ashen, before quickly lowering his head again. The private room fell into silence.
Just as Zhang Weilin felt her body about to explode from the oppressive silence, Zhang Yuliang slowly spoke, as if recalling the past. "Your father hated gambling in the family the most. I remember when I was fifteen, on my way home from school, a good friend dragged me to the street to watch the adults playing with fish, shrimp, and crabs. I didn't have any money, but my friend had fifty cents in his pocket and generously offered to let me have a share. He bet his fifty cents on a full house. Wow, we were so lucky! The owner probably wanted to take advantage of us, so we got a good deal. All three of our bets were full houses, and the payout was 5 to 1. We won two dollars and fifty cents from our fifty cents. We were so happy. We hugged each other and jumped for joy. My friend gave me a dollar, and we stood in front of the Shui Fong and drank seven bottles of soda to celebrate. Then I bought six more bottles of soda and put them in my schoolbag to take home, intending to invite my mother, my three older brothers, your mother, and your stepmother to drink with us."
Zhang Weilin listened to these words, which contained neither anger nor resentment, and looked up at Zhang Yuliang.
Zhang Yuliang suddenly smiled, "When I got home, everyone asked me where I got the soda. I said I won it, and I took out all the money left over from buying the soda and told them the whole story, hoping everyone would praise my good luck. But your grandmother and father both frowned. I remember your grandmother's face was very ugly, and your father took out the wooden stick your grandmother had kept under the family rules, and without saying a word, he started hitting me. I was crying and screaming, constantly explaining that I didn't gamble, that my classmate gambled, and that I just..." I went to see him, but it didn't work. He beat me so badly my back, buttocks, legs, and shoulders were covered in purple welts. I was lying on the ground, too weak to even crawl or cry. Only then did your father stop. He told me that if I dared to gamble again, he would beat me to death with this family law and throw me out of the Zhang Family. Thankfully, your mother and stepmother applied medicine to my wounds for five days straight before I recovered. Think about it, how many times have you gambled? The fact that I was able to find you so easily means I know how many times you've been there. Are you planning to be beaten to death by your father like your fourth uncle?"
Seeing his fourth uncle, Zhang Yuliang, whose face had been calm at first but whose expression still showed a hint of fear when talking about being severely beaten by his father, Zhang Weilin's back was already soaked with cold sweat. He knew how strict his family rules were. Even if his grandmother, Guo Geng, was a little indulgent, she would never let him off easily under such bad habits. Moreover, his father was the head of the household and would set an example for his brothers. He wouldn't let him off easily either. Beating him to death might be an exaggeration, but beating him to the point of being bedridden or breaking his legs, and then throwing him into a small shop in the family to work as a laborer after recovering, was definitely possible.
His lips trembled as he pleaded with Zhang Yuliang, "Fourth Uncle... Fourth Uncle, please don't, please don't tell the family. I'll never do it again."
"Before I came to see you, I visited your private tutor, Mr. Lü. He said your grades are very poor, and you have almost no hope of getting into the University of Hong Kong. I think it would be better if you went to the family business in the afternoon after your classes in the morning to learn how to do business. It would be easier for you to inherit the family business your father built in the future. By the way, your fourth aunt's brother, the one you call Uncle Junlang, recently opened a new company that also deals in pharmaceuticals. I've arranged for you to work there and learn how to do business. That way, you can go to school in the morning and work in the afternoon, so you won't have the opportunity to gamble anymore. But you must remember to get rid of this bad habit. Otherwise, if I find out you do it again, I will definitely tell your father." Zhang Yuliang looked at Zhang Weilin, reached out and patted the other's head affectionately, and said gently, "Work hard. You are the eldest grandson of the Zhang Family. You should set an example for your brothers and sisters. The Zhang Family will still need you to support it in the future, do you understand?"