"Ah Long," Qi Weiwen called out to Nine-Tattooed Dragon as he rolled up his sleeves and tidied the counter.
Nine-Tattooed Dragon, who was helping out as a waiter, ran back to the counter and took over Qi Weiwen's work. Qi Weiwen then walked up to Song Chengqi and said, "Song Advisor, go back and rest. You're getting old, your health is important. If you don't listen to my advice, I'll have to call A-Yao, Yunzhi, and Yunzhi's mother and have them persuade you."
Song Chengqi was still dressed in a coarse cloth long gown. If no one introduced him, no one would believe that Song Chengqi had a wealthy grandson, or even that he was the owner of the Song Chengqi Kowloon Restaurant.
It was dusk, and the restaurant was bustling with people. Song Chengqi glanced at the noisy lobby, but didn't insist. He put down his brush, straightened his clothes, and gestured towards a table in the distance where Lam Kong was eating, sweating profusely. He then asked Qi Weiwen, "That friend of A-Yao's, he and his men sat there all afternoon, and now they're eating dinner without moving. What happened?"
"I don't know either." Qi Weiwen glanced at Lam Kong Lam Kong, who was happily eating a plate of stir-fried river shrimp. "But even if something happens, it shouldn't be a problem. They're all police officers, armed with guns, and they're close to A-Yao. If they got into trouble themselves, they wouldn't involve the restaurant here."
Song Chengqi untied the apron around her waist and the two sleeve covers from her cuffs. "I'm going back to take some medicine first. You'll have to work harder."
"Okay." Qi Weiwen waited for Song Chengqi to leave the counter, then picked up a brush and began to keep accounts.
Lam Kong had been eating with his head down, but after Song Chengqi left, he slowly walked to the counter, leaned his upper body against it, and spoke to Qi Weiwen was behind the counter, using an abacus with his left hand and a notebook with his right:
"Sister Wen, could there be a mistake? Everything's calm."
"I killed the other person's own brother. If you were in my shoes, would you be unmoved?" Qi Weiwen continued moving without even raising his head.
Lam Kong took a toothpick from the wooden jar on the counter, put it in his mouth, and scanned the various people in the lobby. "Are they planning to keep watch outside and make their move after you close? Impossible. They didn't seem like idiots during the day. They should have known I had a lot of underworld people outside the restaurant, ready to come out and make a move at any time. There are hundreds of people outside and five guns inside. Besides swallowing my anger, do you expect me to believe they'd be willing to fight head-on?"
"Any news from A-Yao?" Qi Weiwen brushed a strand of hair behind his ear and asked Lam Kong.
Lam Kong shifted his gaze from the woman he was embracing, a slender-waisted, graceful woman of the night. "Mr. Song is quite the showman. After causing a scene at the Yu Family, he went and angered Uncle Sheng. Later, it seems he was picked up by Mr. Chu."
At this moment, one of Lam Kong's men hurried over. "Headless Brother, the Chiu Chow Gang and Fuyixing gang members outside have all suddenly left."
Qi Weiwen paused, holding the calligraphy brush, and looked up.
"Are you kidding? They should be more afraid of Mr. Song's temper than me!" Lam Kong spat out his toothpick and said incredulously.
Qi Weiwen slowly began, "Unless something major happens in these gangs that even A-Yao can't handle."
Chapter 495 The Noisy Harp Restaurant (Part 4)
Paitoon his eyes half-closed, his arms outstretched and resting on the back of the sofa. His head was tilted back, and a towel was covering his face. He seemed to be half-asleep. His hair, which had just been washed and was still wet, dripped water onto the carpet behind the sofa as he leaned back. His bare upper body had several bullet holes and knife wounds, making the huge elephant god tattoo on his chest look somewhat ferocious.
"Sir... Brother, Najie has been brought here." A knock sounded on the door, and then a subordinate spoke to Paitoon, who was sitting on the sofa.
Paitoon nodded, his head under the towel. A somewhat disheveled Thailand man walked in, his face bruised and swollen, his clothes filthy. He clutched his shirt, and it was clear that the fingernails on all ten of his fingers were gone, replaced by dark red scabs.
His dark face had a pair of round eyes staring straight at Paitoon.
"Najie, I think you must be quite unhappy with me lately, right? You weren't this pathetic in Thailand." Paitoon took the towel off his face, sat up straight, and looked at Najie, his half-brother.
Najie was stunned for a moment, somewhat incredulous that his brother would care about his feelings. "Brother, I'm not upset. This is normal. We're a pack of stray dogs, and besides, I have this mission."
He did not receive any preferential treatment because he was Paitoon's brother. Of the more than one hundred men that Sai Charonwang brought with him from Thailand, most of them suffered the same fate as him. Only a few people, such as Paitoon and Wenchai, were able to accompany Sai Charonwang Nai Khun to high-end hotels, eat, drink, and have fun all day long. Most of them were arranged to rent old-fashioned tenement buildings and were assigned various deliberately provocative tasks.
These scars on Najie's body are the result of slightly provoking the local community.
These Thailand in various parts of Hong Kong ran small opium dens, Gambling dens, and even printed fake Horse Racing Guide swindle money, not really to make a living, but because Sai Charonwan and Paitoon instructed them to do these things deliberately to provoke the local triads.
Since landing in Hong Kong, most Thailand who violated the so-called rules of local triads have been severely beaten. Those who were slightly worse off, like him, were caught by local triad leaders who, in order to establish their authority over their subordinates or for other reasons, would be beaten even more severely. For example, he had two broken ribs and all ten fingernails were peeled off. One of his comrades was beaten blind in one eye.
"Do you think you know enough about all these local community organizations, big and small?" Paitoon stood up, took a towel, walked over to Najie, and asked while wiping Najie's dirty face.
Najie's face remained expressionless; years of fighting had accustomed him to a blank expression. "Most local gang members are useless cowards who only know how to band together for courage, bullies who rely on their power. Only a few local gang elites know some hand-to-hand combat or weaponry, and very few dare to kill. They adhere to the so-called local rules of the underworld and territorial divisions."