He walked through the living room to his front door and opened it.
Two Asian men were standing outside. Upon seeing the squad, one of them, a bald, middle-aged Asian man, said in English:
"I'm sorry to bother you, but we'd like to see Mr. Song."
Song Tianyao got up, put on his coat, walked to the classmate's side, and looked at the two people outside the door.
"I'm Song Tianyao, what can I do for you?"
The Asian man turned and pointed to the street in the distance.
Two cars were blocking the middle of the street. A dozen or so Asians and whites stood together, carrying weapons such as steel pipes and hammers. A dozen or so whites who were also blocked from their way were holding daggers and confronting them. The other side kept hurling insults at the Asians and whites, but the people blocking the way remained unmoved.
"Mr. Song, those are members of the Flower Street Gang. Our previous orders were to protect you in Britain. I don't doubt Mr. Song 'll delay payment, but I just want to ask, do you want our Civil and Martial Association to fight the local gangs in Glasgow?" The Asian man hesitated for a moment before asking Song Tianyao, "This isn't Hong Kong, nor Taiwan; this is Britain."
"So?" Song Tianyao looked at the two groups confronting each other in the distance and asked the Asian man in front of him.
Asian man. "It's up to you—whether to go to war or meet Charlie from the Flower Street Gang. Of course, we'll guarantee your absolute safety."
Song Tianyao glanced down at his suit. "Are you kidding me? I just want to marry a Britain wife, I have no interest in watching Britain hooligans."
"Understood." The Asian man turned to leave.
Song Tianyao called out to him, "Also, move away a bit, don't let them disturb our dinner. I don't care if they go to the morgue or you go to the police station, I don't want to know. I'm paying to have a good time, not to give you advice."
After saying that, Song Tianyao put his arm around Ban's shoulder and turned around.
Ban looked at Song Tianyao: "The Civil and Martial Association is mine..."
"It's the one you've heard of." Song Tianyao nodded slightly.
Ban gasped, "My God..."
"Don't worry, sir, I'm not a member of the Civil and Martial Association, nor am I a member of any other gang. I'm just a legitimate businessman doing legitimate business." Song Tianyao casually closed the door.
Outside on the street, members of the Flower Street Gang continued to hurl insults at their opponents, while the Asian and white people who called themselves the Civil and Martial Association remained silent.
When the Asian man returned, a member of the Flower Street Gang was glaring arrogantly at the white man, who wore a brass skull ring on his hand.
"You bastards, you're a disgrace to the Scotland! You're now going after yellow-skinned people? Look at yourselves! I..."
The Asian man leaped over two Austin sedans blocking his way, punched the other man in the throat with his left hand, and then struck him in the ribs with lightning speed with his right hand. Before the other man could scream or react, his right leg had already delivered a powerful diagonal kick to the other man's knee!
A soft "click!"
Even after the clean and decisive three-hit combo was completed, the member of the Flower Street Gang had not yet fallen to the ground. The Asian man reached out and grabbed the other man's hair, pulling him down forcefully. Then, he jumped up and delivered a knee strike to the other man's nose.
"You're not even worthy of my permission." The Asian man released his grip, looked at the limp white man, and spat disdainfully, saying, "Do it, but don't kill anyone. Take them all to the hospital."
Seeing him make a move, members of the Civil and Martial Association brandished their weapons and rushed forward, engaging in combat with the Flower Street Gang.
On a distant street corner, in a Cadillac, Charlie quietly watched as the members of the Civil and Martial Association beat the Flower Street Gang members to the ground.
"Let's go. We need to let all the gangs in Glasgow know that Asians have crossed the line."
Who did Chapter 455 invite?
Shanghai Bund is known for its docks, and so is Hong Kong Island. In many people's eyes, Xu Pingsheng's meeting with Yu Shiting was tantamount to a prelude to a public falling out, a battle between a Shanghai businessman from the Mainland and a local resident, a showdown to see who would emerge victorious.
Just as everyone was speculating whether Xu Pingsheng had intervened to prevent the Shanghai merchants' cargo ships from loading goods, or whether Yu Shiting was planning to join forces with the Shanghai merchants to use money to silence the locals, the two were on a Flower-tail Ferry at the Wan Chai Triangle Pier.
Flower-tail Ferries were common large wooden Tugboats in Guangdong. They were often attached to a small steamer at the bow, which towed the wooden boat to transport passengers and cargo. However, with the development of the times, the business of these Flower-tail Ferries has become less and less common, especially after the establishment of the Guangzhou-Kowloon Railway, when Flower-tail Ferries were used more for cargo transport.
Although it is mostly used for cargo, a Flower-tail Ferry still has a lot of passenger facilities. A Flower-tail Ferry has three levels: the middle level is a single-level cargo warehouse, the bottom level is a large cabin for mixed passenger and cargo transport, the slightly better level is a double-decker cabin with beds, and the top level is the VIP cabin, which also has a Chinese restaurant, private dining rooms, etc.
Because these wooden boats have a high, upturned stern and are covered with colorful advertising patterns, they are called "Flower-tail Ferry."
There were no local Hong Kong tycoons or Shanghai business moguls. Xu Pingsheng and Yu Shiting, along with a few servants they had been with for many years, quietly boarded the Flower-tail Ferry.
Once the two had entered the Tang Restaurant, smoke began to billow from the smokestack of the small steamer in front, and it slowly sailed out of the Triangle Pier.
"Have you heard? Uncle Sheng and Yu Shiting met today. If things fall apart, there might never be peace at the docks again." Chu Xiaozhong was sitting in his office at Li Heng Company when he received a call from a friend in the business world. The friend spoke in a mysterious tone.
Chu Xiaozhong flipped through today's schedule, holding the phone receiver in his left hand:
"What does it matter to you and me if we fall out?"
"No, I heard that Uncle Sheng and Yu Shiting arranged to meet at Tuen Mun Pier. Lei Danzi and the locals who used to make money by fishing brought over a thousand people to support Uncle Sheng. I heard that Yu Shiting has a lot of paid 'Big Tin Yi' (a local derogatory term for people who work at the Yu Shiting). I think there will be a major strike not only at the pier, but hundreds of people could be killed or injured. This is a big deal, our logistics business depends on the pier..." The voice on the other end of the phone was confident. "Lei Danzi's boat was bombed this time, he definitely won't be able to hold back, and Uncle Sheng is backing him up..."