The man Yan Hung called Brother Wing nodded, "I've got it."
"That's good. Don't worry, I guarantee you won't get into trouble. You did a good job this time, you'll definitely be commended." Yan Hung's expression didn't ease even after hearing the other party's affirmative reply.
"I'm not afraid of getting into trouble, and it doesn't matter if something happens. I've already received the settlement fee from the gang, and my wife and kids are taken care of. I've been using the gang's name for so many years, so it's only right that I do something for the gang," Brother Shui said calmly.
"Then remember this clearly: from this moment on, you two are eyewitnesses to this murder. Speak exactly as I instruct you, and don't say a word more than necessary. If anyone asks you questions you don't know how to answer, push it onto your lawyers. Once the police have arranged lawyers for you, I can arrange it for you immediately. You won't have a hard time inside." Yan Hung took a deep breath, gave the two his final instructions, and waved his hand. "Go down and take off the watch, rings, and anything else from the corpse's hand, and hide them on your person."
Brother Wing and Brother Shui, without even taking off their clothes, slowly waded into the water from a low spot nearby. Yan Hung, on the shore, said to A Wai, "Send a message to Detective Chief Inspector Yin at the Causeway Bay Police Station. Tell him that two of my brothers, Lao Fu, went fishing in Tung Lung Chau during the day, got caught in a storm, and returned late. Late at night, they happened to see someone thrown into the sea. They thought the person was dressed in a suit and looked wealthy, so they planned to take advantage of the situation. After the murderers left, they went into the water and took the watch, wallet, rings, etc. from the body. When they returned to their Gambling den, my men accidentally learned of this, so I came here specifically to see if there's any credit to be gained. If it really is a wealthy person who was kidnapped and murdered, then we can send out two scapegoats and share the credit. Maybe we can even make a small profit from the victim's family."
"I know, Brother Hung." A Wai turned around briskly with a companion and ran quickly towards the car parked in the distance, preparing to rush to the Causeway Bay Police Station to deliver the message.
Yan Hung stood on the spot where Lin Xiaohe had stood by the sea, looking down at the dark seawater where small bubbles occasionally rose to the surface. His expression was somewhat tense. Yan Hung was unaware of the other arrangements Song Tianyao made for the Lin Family, but even though he was on Song Tianyao's side as the executor, the thought of these arrangements sent chills down his spine. In this whole affair, once Lin Xiaokang died, no matter what the Lin Family did afterward, it would be useless. Song Tianyao had almost foreseen all of the Lin Family's subsequent reactions and instructed him on them.
Tonight's events are like the Lin Family encountering a python. Once they're coiled around, they can't break free; they can only be coiled tighter and tighter until they finally suffocate in the python's embrace.
Seeing others being tricked by Song Tianyao, Yan Hung felt he should feel happy, but he didn't feel any schadenfreude at all. He only felt that Lin Xiaokang and the Lin Family were unlucky, just like he was back then. He wanted to ask the dead Lin Xiaokang if he was also like him back then, having not provoked Song Tianyao at all, but being suddenly tricked by him for no reason.
Under the cover of night, at the desolate Bird's Beak, no one answered his question; only the cold wind and the sound of the waves howled past him.
Chapter 380 Righteous Men of the Hung Mun
It was past midnight, Song Tianyao had just seen off Mei Jiasheng, who had drunk his fill. Before he could even turn around to thank Qi Weiwen and the other teenagers, he saw a figure walking Longjin Road leading to Kowloon Walled City. By the light of the lampposts and the moonlight, he could see that the person was dragging a suitcase, dressed in a suit and tie, and walking with a light step.
Song Tianyao immediately recognized the other person as his uncle, Song Chunzhong, the legendary conman who once dominated Shanghai Bund, as described by Ning Zikun.
It was obvious that Song Chunzhong had just come out of Longjin Charity School; he was touching his cheek as he walked.
"It's good to see you, A-Yao." Song Chunzhong greeted Song Tianyao warmly as soon as he saw him from afar, "Didn't expect me to be back in Hong Kong so soon?"
The moment Song Tianyao saw Song Chunzhong, his expression turned slightly tense, and his left hand unconsciously clenched into a fist before immediately relaxing.
He remained wary of his elusive and enigmatic uncle. Song Tianyao wasn't heartless; it was just that Song Chunzhong's two appearances were very suspicious. The first time he appeared, Song Tianyao had just attended Six-Person Dinner: Lu Rongfang, Alice, the Lin Family, and Song Chunzhong. Their appearances in quick succession left him wondering if there was any connection between them.
Tonight, Song Chunzhong has resurfaced. Tonight is the day Lin Xiaokang is thrown into the sea to die, and it is also the beginning of his plan to subtly take a bite out of the Lin Family and force Lin Family to make some kind of response.
"Uncle," Song Tianyao smiled at Song Chunzhong, who was approaching, "A flight landing this late? Your face..."
When Song Chunzhong walked up to him, Song Tianyao noticed that his uncle's left cheek was swollen just like the last time they met, which explained why he had been covering it with his hand.
"I feel like something's missing if I don't let your grandpa give me a good beating." Song Chunzhong stepped into the restaurant first, past Song Tianyao: "Find a quiet private room and have something to eat with me. I've been starving since I got off the plane at five o'clock this afternoon."
Qi Weiwen knew that this man was Song Chengqi's eldest son. Hearing his words, she said to Song Tianyao, "I'll have the kitchen cook some wontons."
After saying that, Qi Weiwen walked towards the kitchen, which was already preparing to shut down and close. She was a smart woman and knew that it was not appropriate to listen to the conversation between the uncle and nephew at this time.
After accompanying Song Chunzhong to a private room on the second floor, it was already past midnight. The Kowloon area had started to experience power outages. Huang Liu helped light two oil lamps, and Qi Weiwen brought over a pot of tea. After glancing at Song Chunzhong and Song Tianyao, who were sitting silently at the table, he slowly withdrew.
Once only Song Tianyao, who was sitting opposite him, remained in the private room, Song Chunzhong took out a cigarette, lit it by the light of the oil lamp, took a puff, and looked at his nephew with a smile:
"Does it make you feel uneasy, like I suddenly appeared in the middle of the night like a lost ghost?"