"Brother Hui, Brother Hui?" One of his laborers ran up to the entrance of the grocery store, panting. He looked at Sister Fen was setting out the bowls and chopsticks, and waved to Scribe Hui in a low voice.
When Scribe Hui saw the workers, he immediately forgot about Nine-Tattooed Dragon, worried that the Britain soldiers might have some urgent new procurement that required his urgent attention.
"What is it?" Scribe Hui walked up to the worker standing at the entrance of the grocery store. "Shouldn't you be home resting instead of on night duty tonight?"
"I just got home and heard the Sai Kung Pier talking and laughing. They said there was a mentally challenged guy named Nine-Tattooed Dragon at the Sai Kung Pier who went to fight someone with his bare hands. He got stripped naked and hung on the unloading racks at the Sai Kung Pier. They don't know if he's dead or alive now..." The worker looked at the Scribe Hui: "I guessed it might be Ah Long, so I came to see you right away."
The Scribe Hui's head buzzed. Nine-Tattooed Dragon, that bastard, couldn't stand it and went to the Sai Kung Pier to seek revenge on Handkerchief Qing?
I... I'll find Secretary Song first... no... I'll find Sister Yun first... no, I'll go to the dock first... first...
Upon receiving this news, the Scribe Hui's hands trembled involuntarily. He had no experience in handling such emergencies, and in the past, he had always done whatever Song Tianyao told him to do without any major setbacks.
He stared blankly at the worker, who was also staring at him. Seeing that Scribe Hui seemed petrified, the worker reminded him, "Shouldn't we find someone to rescue Ah Long first? Call the police?"
"Call the police? Yes! Call the police, call the police first!" The workers Scribe Hui out of his chaotic and bewildered state of mind, and he repeatedly said, "Call the police, call the police first!"
He started to walk out as he spoke, but stopped after taking two steps. After the initial panic subsided, his mind slowly began to work again. "Call the police? We should call the police, but not the Sai Kung Police Station. Go to the Mong Kok Police Station and find a guy named Sergeant Hung. Tell him that Secretary Song's men have run into some trouble, and have him take some men to the Sai Kung Pier first. I'll go to the Sai Kung Pier myself!"
After hesitating for a moment, he took out a yuan from his pocket and handed it to the worker. "Take this to get on the bus, tell him to hurry over, he's waiting for his life!"
The worker took the money and ran off. Scribe Hui initially intended to push his bicycle, but instead quickly walked to the street and flagged down a rickshaw. Just then, Sister Fen came out and asked Scribe Hui, "Dinner is ready, wash your hands..."
"I'm going to pick up that good-for-nothing Ah Long for dinner. I just asked the workers, and apparently he went to Sai Kung to fish for squid and got lost, so I'm going to pick him up." The Scribe Hui, turned to Sister Fen and forced a stiff smile, "He'll be back soon. You and Xiu'er eat first, don't wait, don't let the food get cold."
After having lunch with Scribe Hui at noon, Nine-Tattooed Dragon didn't need to help with loading and delivering vegetables in the afternoon. Scribe Hui was also busy with bookkeeping, so no one noticed when he quietly left Tianming's warehouse.
With the seventy-odd dollars in change he had, he walked to Long Prosperity Roast Goose and Roast Meat and Roast Meat Restaurant, which he often passed on Nathan Road when delivering goods. The lunch rush had passed, and there were no other customers in the large dining hall. Nine-Tattooed Dragon ordered two oily roast geese from the waiter, paid in advance, and then sat down, grinding his teeth, waiting for the waiter, who had been sleepy but was now wide-eyed and ready to watch Nine-Tattooed Dragon stuff himself to death, to bring over two chopped, fatty roast geese, each weighing four or five pounds, along with plum sauce for dipping.
Nine-Tattooed Dragon didn't use chopsticks. He held a plate of plum sauce in his left hand, grabbed some goose meat with his right hand, dipped it in the sauce, and stuffed it into his mouth as if he hadn't eaten for a long time.
His boorish eating habits even drew the attention of the kitchen staff, who came out specifically to witness it. They watched as Nine-Tattooed Dragon- Nine-Tattooed Dragon viciously devoured a roast goose, then a second, until only bones remained. Only then did he wipe his mouth with a few tissues, get up, and walk out. Looking at the mess left on the table, the staff felt they were already stuffed just watching this customer eat.
"Did these two roast geese served on the table have some deep-seated grudge against this guest in a past life? They're eating a meal with such murderous intent."
After leaving the restaurant, Nine-Tattooed Dragons asked for directions to Sai Kung Pier. Nathan Road is about 30 miles from Sai Kung Pier. It took Nine-Tattooed Dragons more than two hours to walk there. His back was soaked with sweat and there was a faint mist of sweat rising from his hair.
"Hey kid, what's your name? Looking to start a job? You're really lucky, there's a rice boat that needs workers, want to take it?" He was a burly man, standing on the Sai Kung Pier looking like a laborer about to start work, so a dockworker who needed workers asked him.
Nine-Tattooed Dragon ignored the other person, first circling the dock, then, not finding the Handkerchief Qing, finally returned to the dockworker and asked, "Excuse me, I'd like to ask if the Handkerchief Qing is at this dock?"
Chapter 212 You Dare Not Fight Me
"Handkerchief Qing? Who are you?" The dockworker, who was being questioned by Nine-Tattooed Dragon, carefully sized up Nine-Tattooed Dragon and asked.
Nine-Tattooed Dragon said, "I want to fight him."
"Are you an idiot? Brother Han Jinqing is a double-flowered red stick with Hong Shun. Do you think he's some kind of vegetable market vendor who can be met whenever he wants? I'm asking you who you are, what your name is..." This dock recommender happened to be someone who worked with Hong Shun at the Saigon dock. When he heard that Nine-Dragon was going to fight Han Jinqing, his face immediately changed. He reached out and shoved Nine-Dragon, shouting in a bullying manner.
Before he could finish speaking, Nine-Tattooed Dragon turned around, twisted his waist, and kicked with his limping leg, striking the other man's upper body like an iron whip. Before the man could react, he was sent flying to the side like a plant broken by a gale, crashing heavily into a shelf.
Nine-Tattooed Dragon stood on one leg, his lame leg, the one that had kicked him, raised high in front of him in a perfect split, his fists clenched. He addressed the dockworker, who was coughing up blood from his kick, saying, "Are you from the Handkerchief Qing? Tell him I, Nine-Tattooed Dragon, have come to spar with him today!"
A dozen or so laborers unloading the ship in the distance saw Nine-Tattooed Dragon make a move and immediately grabbed carrying poles, grappling hooks, and other such tools, surrounding him. Nine-Tattooed Dragon, still in a split position, said, "Those who are not involved, stay away. I'm only looking for Handkerchief Qing."