Although the three underlings hadn't left Chen Tai yet, they had already started hanging out with A Wen and his gang in Cheung Lok, introduced by Chen Tai. They nominally held the title of Chen Tai's underlings, but they no longer needed to consult Chen Tai before doing anything. In their eyes, Taihe was practically retired from the underworld; the reputation of "Silly Tai" had collapsed with the death of Bo Cong.
"Thud! Thud!" The sound of fists hitting the wooden dummy mingled with the dripping of rainwater inside the factory, creating an indescribable noise and annoyance for Chen Tai.
Suddenly, hurried footsteps sounded outside. Even the torrential rain couldn't mask the sound. Chen Tai paused for a moment, then continued practicing his boxing. There wasn't much to steal from this dock, and judging from the footsteps, there were more than two or three people. Since they weren't hiding their footsteps, Chen Tai was almost certain that they weren't thieves stealing in the rain, but rather people looking for him.
Sure enough, the iron gate of the factory was pushed open from the outside, and six or seven people wearing raincoats and holding umbrellas practically rushed in. Some even carried flashlights, and several beams of light swirled wildly inside the factory, flashing past Chen Tai's eyes.
Chen Tai shielded his eyes from the beam of light with his hand. "No need to shine it, I'm the only one here."
"A-Tai, long time no see." A voice rang out, and as the voice spoke, the crowd in front parted, and the figure finally walked into the factory.
Chen Tai picked up a small diesel drum used for cleaning diesel Diesel Engines and threw it into the Mainland in the factory. Then, he bent down, picked up a cigarette from the table next to the wooden dummy, lit it, and flicked the match into the trench!
With a "whoosh," the diesel fuel in the trench, along with the match, shot up and burst into flames. In an instant, the bright yellow flames, billowing black smoke, illuminated the entire empty factory building, painting everyone inside, including the dripping rainwater, with a fleeting yellow hue.
The newcomer put down his rain hat, revealing a face just as young as Wo Hung Shun 'Handkerchief Qing.
"Brother Qing, good evening. Who do we have here to cause trouble in this heavy rain?" After recognizing the visitor as Handkerchief Qing, Chen Tai slightly curled the corners of his mouth upwards, giving Handkerchief Qing a smile in return.
Handkerchief Qing threw off his raincoat, walked around the burning trench in the center, and approached Chen Tai, looking around. "It's hard to find you, A-Tai, why make yourself so embarrassed?"
"You didn't come all this way just to tell me something like try to get me to switch allegiance, did you? I consider you a good brother, so don't say anything you don't like, lest you ruin our friendship." Chen Tai, with a cigarette in his mouth, turned around and continued practicing his boxing.
"No, I just wanted to ask about someone." Handkerchief Qing walked to the opposite side of Chen Tai, hugged the wooden dummy with both hands, and felt the force of Chen Tai hitting the dummy with his arms. At the same time, he asked, "Brother Cong is dead. Are you still a member of the He-prefix gangs?"
Chen Tai stopped punching, turned his head to look at the Handkerchief Qing: "Someone's causing you trouble? You want me to help you? No problem?"
"It's not like someone's causing me trouble, A-Tai." Handkerchief Qing chuckled, glanced at the people in the distance, then looked at Chen Tai: "You still haven't told me, are you still a brother of the He-prefix gangs?"
Chen Tai followed Handkerchief Qing's gaze into the distance, then looked back at Handkerchief Qing: "What? Do you want me to recite a couple of lines of poetry so you can verify my precious seal?"
"It's good that you admit it. I want to ask about someone. Do you know Xianyu Shuan?" Handkerchief Qing asked Chen Tai. "He used to work at Lao Fu, and later died on Tai Wo Street."
"You already know he's dead, why are you still asking about him?"
"It's true he's dead, but he had a wife and daughter. I'd like to know where they live now," Handkerchief Qing said slowly, looking at Chen Tai.
Chen Tai's expression changed. "Leaving aside the fact that matters of the martial world shouldn't extend to one's wife and children, even if you and Xianyu Shuan had some grudge, death absolves all debts. There's no need to be so ruthless, Brother Qing."
"Of course I won't touch the women and children. I just want to chat with them tonight and force one of them to come forward."
"Song Tianyao?" Chen Tai immediately raised his eyebrows and stared at the Handkerchief Qing.
Handkerchief Qing shook his head. "I do have a score to settle with Song Tianyao, but it has to be done step by step. It's not his turn yet. I want to have my Scribe Hui call me and let him know that Xianyu Shuan's wife and daughter are with me. There are some things he can't do too harshly for Song Tianyao."
"What is it?" Chen Tai asked with a serious expression.
Handkerchief Qing looked at Chen Tai with feigned surprise. "You didn't know? Wow, your distant cousin Song Tianyao has sided with the Shanghai people — the He-prefix gangs, Chiu-prefix gangs, and Lao Fu gangs—and now they're all eager to kill him. Someone's offered him a bribe."
Handkerchief Qing extended his left palm and flipped it in front of Chen Tai: "Buy Song Tianyao's life."
"Even 100,000 yuan probably wouldn't buy the lives of Brother Yiu's underlings?" Chen Tai Handkerchief Qing chuckled. "Besides, Brother Yiu is unlikely to side with the Shanghai people."
Handkerchief Qing grinned. "Ten million! One hand on the corpse, the other in cash. Payment upon seeing the body!"
Chapter 513 Man and Woman
Tan Jingwei shook the raindrops from his hair, still soaking wet, and casually sat down on the piano stand opposite the woman. Under the bright crystal chandelier, a bright smile spread across his ruggedly handsome face as he watched the woman playing the piano.
"My boss is very happy. Although we have many more people in Hong Kong than on the mainland, avoiding dealing with them at this crucial juncture will save us a lot of unnecessary trouble. Are you interested in developing your career in Taiwan?"
The woman's hands glided smoothly across the piano keys, producing a melodious sound like pearls falling onto a jade plate. She then raised her hands away from the keys, tilting her head slightly. "Not interested."
"Hey, even if it's for the sake of helping you rescue your boyfriend from the United States, you shouldn't be so cold to me, right?" Tan Jingwei said, "Taiwan is rebuilding from scratch, there are plenty of opportunities, what it lacks is someone like Miss Gu... a big spender."
Gu Linshan, sitting at the piano, carefully observed Tan Jingwei. Tan Jingwei also put away his smile, trying to make his expression look more sincere. However, after observing him for a while, Gu Linshan shook her head. "I'm not interested. Besides, Billy isn't my boyfriend anymore. He has nothing to do with me."