Even further back, in 1849, this place was the meeting place of a group of so-called Britain outlaws who swore an oath to break into Macau prison. Although Macau was occupied by the Portugal at the time, they did not restrict people from other regions from Macau. Therefore, some British people in Hong Kong often took a boat across the sea to Macau for entertainment. After all, the horse races of the Hong Kong Jockey Club and the rowing races of the Hong Kong Regatta Club, although named after Hong Kong, were actually held in Macau. A Britain Foreign Devil missionary named Macaulay went to Macau for the weekend and happened to encounter the Portugal carrying a holy icon in a procession, supposedly a ritual inherited from Roman Catholicism. Given the existing differences between Christianity and Catholicism, at this time... Macaulay couldn't help but burst into laughter as he watched the Portugal Archbishop and Governor of Macau of Macau personally carrying the icon and leading a procession. At that time, the Governor of Macau wasn't called the Governor of Macau, but the Military Head. The Military Head of Macau was a one-armed officer named Amaral, whose battlefield exploits earned him control of the colony. Seeing a Britain pass by carrying the icon without removing his hat or bowing, and instead laughing, he immediately ordered the Britain arrested and imprisoned. Britain officials, officers, and even bishops in Hong Kong came to Amaral demanding the release of the icon, using both soft and hard tactics. However, Amaral, a soldier by birth, was brutal and arrogant, declaring that unless Britain went to war with Portugal and razed Macau, he would never hand over the icon.
The British in Hong Kong felt that reporting this matter to London would escalate into a diplomatic incident and make London think they were too incompetent. So they thought of the Justice of the Peace of the Peace they had appointed. At that time, all the Justice of the Peace of the Peace in Hong Kong were armed Britain opium dealers, fully armed. They selected two armed opium dealers, several veteran British Army, and two speedboats. They set sail from Queen’s Pier and headed straight for Macau. Taking advantage of the rowing competition hosted by Macau's military leader, Amaral, they stormed into the prison and rescued Macaulay. These opium dealers and British Army had just finished drinking at the Harp Restaurant before setting off. They killed one prison guard and wounded three others. After rescuing Macaulay, they took the speedboat back to Hong Kong. On their return, they even had a late-night snack together at the Harp Restaurant.
Although the lawsuit between the two countries has dragged on for over a century without a resolution, the Harp Restaurant is essentially a legendary location in Hong Kong. One of the restaurant's signature drinks is a Heroic Whisky, specially made to commemorate the Britain outlaws who broke him out of prison.
But even in legends, for most Hong Kong Chinese, it's just hearsay, after all, it's been too long. But tonight, whether they're Chinese or the Britain in the restaurant, everyone sensed an unusual underworld atmosphere.
In the waiter's eyes, the Harp Restaurant shouldn't have too many customers tonight. After all, the weather is terrible. Although most Britain stationed in Hong Kong are used to London's rainy days, they won't force themselves to go out in the rain unless there is a need for social interaction. Moreover, almost all of these customers have the same expression: solemn. More importantly, they are all China person.
In Hong Kong today, there are indeed many wealthy China person, but these people don't seem like the kind who talk and laugh eloquently. They are sitting in different seats, but their eyes are all looking at each other.
Chen Liang sat down at the table next to Duan Sanbao, ordered a coffee, and then turned to look at Duan Sanbao. However, Duan Sanbao did not look at Chen Liang, but instead looked at Lam Kong and several plainclothes officers to his left.
Cheng Yu-tung was supposed to negotiate with Duan Sanbao, but his eyes turned to Lei Yingdong, who had just entered. Lei Yingdong's eyes then fixed on Duan Sanbao's powerful henchmen who dominated the Hong Kong Big Tin Yi waters.
Even the wealthy young woman named Suki noticed the problem, but the Second Young Master Chu remained oblivious, currently telling jokes and trying to coax the woman in front of him into bed, rewarding a certain organ that had been idle since their engagement.
"Let's go somewhere else to drink," Suki said to Chu Xiaoxin.
Chu Xiaoxin then realized that A-Yao, that good-for-nothing, and Suki's companion had been in the restroom for a long time, and the two of them might have already been having sex in the restroom. So, he gentlemanly got up, helped Suki with her coat, and the two of them paid the bill and walked towards the door.
As they passed the restroom, they discovered that Song Tianyao was chatting with Lu Yuanchun and Qi Weiwen. Chu Xiaoxin secretly gave Song Tianyao the middle finger and then gave him a knowing look before leaving with Suki.
Seeing Chu Xiaoxin leave, Song Tianyao frowned slightly, but then his expression returned to normal. He asked Qi Weiwen, "Why are you here?"
"I was worried about you." Qi Weiwen glanced at Lu Yuanchun, gave a polite smile, and then said to Song Tianyao, "The food at the restaurant didn't taste right."
"I can't hide it from you. But you're not needed here. Go back and rest early." Song Tianyao turned to look at Lam Kong, Lam Kong smiled and raised his glass at Song Tianyao from afar. Song Tianyao turned back and said, "I know everything. Someone's trying to get you. Don't worry, I'll take care of it for you tonight."
"Hmm." Qi Weiwen didn't stand on ceremony with Song Tianyao: "Since I'm here, whether it 'Duan Sanbao or someone else looking for Kuomintang remnants to be assassins, I can help you recognize their faces."
"No need to identify the face. If you're not afraid, you can help identify the body later." Song Tianyao looked at Lu Yuanchun: "My aunt, Qi Weiwen."
In the pouring rain, Tan Jingwei waved to Old Huang and smiled casually, "Raw paper."
Old Huang mustered his courage and rushed out of the shed, handing a bundle of toilet paper to Tan Jingwei. Tan Jingwei used the toilet paper to wipe the bloodstains from his hands, then threw it on the three Thailand corpses on the ground. "Let's go. It's raining so hard, no one will come to patronize our business anymore. Go home early, don't let your family worry about you."
The young man selling Hua County baked buns dared not speak to Tan Jingwei any longer. He pushed his cart in the rain, dismantled the canopy, and helped the terrified Old Huang and daughter tidy up. The group quickly disappeared into the rain.
Tan Jingwei looked down at the three Thailand men who lay dead with their eyes wide open. "You Nationalist Army who couldn't even defeat the remnants of the Kuomintang, and you think you can sell drugs in Hong Kong?"
Chapter 507 Torture Chamber
Outside, a torrential downpour was pouring down. Inside this dilapidated hut nestled on the mountainside of Peng Chau Five-Finger Mountain, every corner was leaking. The rain pelted the ground and the broken furniture, making a noisy sound. A campfire was burning brightly, and three people sat around it, roasting four rats, each about half the size of an adult's arm, that were already sizzling with oil and sparks, along with... a branding iron.