Song Tianyao smiled noncommittally, stretched, and said lazily, "Just kidding. Nothing will happen tonight. The ship from Brazil in South America is docking soon. You'll go with the ship tonight, you don't need to come with me."
Huang Liu was taken aback and looked at Song Tianyao with a puzzled expression.
Song Tianyao said in a relaxed tone, "Brother Six, stop thinking about fighting all day long. You've said you're a brain-eater, so please use your brain to think, okay? Whether Xu Pingsheng is sincere or not, he won't touch me at tonight's banquet, unless he's really senile."
"But Tan Jingwei..." Huang Liu immediately retorted.
Song Tianyao interrupted him, not giving him a chance to continue, saying, "This is Hong Kong. Tan Jingwei attacked me at Xu Pingsheng's house? If he can see the sun rise the next day, I'll praise him even in the afterlife. Besides, what benefit would Tan Jingwei gain from attacking me? He doesn't even know where that batch of goods is now. If he kills me, he'll have even less chance of going back to report."
Huang Liu looked at Song Tianyao suspiciously. "You make it sound like you're perfectly safe, so why haven't you dared to leave the hotel these past few days?"
Song Tianyao rolled his eyes. "Big Brother! A bounty of twelve million might not matter to big shots like Xu Pingsheng and Tan Jingwei, but the lower-ups are probably already green with envy. Have you ever heard the saying, 'It's easier to deal with the King Yama Hell than his underlings'? I'm afraid I'll walk out the door and countless nameless thugs will try to kill me!"
"Then I absolutely cannot leave!" Huang Liu put on a show of unwavering loyalty. "I'm still going to stay by your side tonight."
Song Tianyao sighed helplessly, "No, you have to get on that ship in Brazil tonight. If you show up next to me, all the effort we've put in will be for nothing."
Seeing that Huang Liu still looked reluctant, Song Tianyao had no choice but to continue to coax him gently, "Don't worry, I'll call Lam Kong later and have him drive me in a police car. Plus, Uncle Xiao and the others are protecting me secretly, so it won't matter whether you're here or not."
Huang Liu looked hurt. "Seriously, boss? I was all set to fight you to the death tonight, and you say something like that? Fine! You go to that trap yourself, I'll go out to sea and enjoy the scenery!"
After Huang Liu finished speaking, he turned and walked towards the door.
Behind him, Song Tianyao's smile gradually faded as he faced Huang Liu, and his expression became extremely serious.
Chapter 548 The Holy Land of Dreams
Four police cars with sirens blaring surrounded an old Ford 49 as they drove smoothly toward Xu Pingsheng's home.
Inside the Ford sedan, Lam Kong, a rising star in the Police Force, was driving himself, with Song Tianyao sitting in the back, flanked by Yao Chunxiao and the Mute Ah Si.
"That's how it happened, Mr. Song. You know, A-Yip is your cousin, and it's really difficult for me, an outsider, to be caught in the middle." Lam Kong gripped the steering wheel, staring intently at the road ahead, occasionally glancing at the rearview mirror as he complained to Song Tianyao.
After hearing from Lam Kong about Zhao Wenye's heroic act of confronting Lui Lok at the Golden Source Club, Song Tianyao grinned and said, "I didn't expect A-Yip to be so brave. Not bad, worthy of being my Auntie Pearl's son!"
Lam Kong said helplessly, "Big Brother, you still have the mood to joke? The Police Force is in complete chaos because of the counterfeit money issue, and I heard that Yellow Arsenic has recently resurfaced in the market. This stuff has been gone for quite some time since Li Caifa died, but it just so happens to reappear right when you're fighting to the death with the Taiwan. Chief Inspector has been calling all the Detective Chief Inspector in for a reprimand every day. Now that A-Yip has jumped out to go against Lui Lok, I'm worried that the Foreign Devil will get angry and fire both of them!"
Upon hearing this, Song Tianyao frowned. Counterfeit money and Yellow Arsenic —it seemed someone was taking advantage of his power struggle with Tan Jingwei to fish in troubled waters!
"I understand. Go back and tell A-Yip that I said he should behave himself for a while." Song Tianyao looked out the window at the fleeting night view and asked again, "Have you traced the source of the counterfeit money and Yellow Arsenic?"
Lam Kong shook his head. "No! The guys patrol the streets three times a day now, and they go after the mothers of the people who print counterfeit money and make Yellow Arsenic hundreds of times a day, but we still haven't found any clues."
Song Tianyao stroked his chin. "I'll have Brother Six and the others investigate when I have time. I'll let you know if there's any news."
It wasn't that Song Tianyao was being nosy, but considering that his conflict with Tan Jingwei might have given others an opportunity to fish in troubled waters, Song Tianyao felt somewhat guilty. Whether it was counterfeit money or Yellow Arsenic, both things would bring endless trouble to the people of Hong Kong, and for both moral and logical reasons, Song Tianyao felt he had to take it seriously.
Lam Kong turned the steering wheel and rounded the street corner. "Forget it, our police will investigate this matter thoroughly, it's just a matter of time. You should take care of yourself first. Making such a fuss over a simple outing, even the Governor of Hong Kong doesn't have your kind of authority!"
"Yeah! Even the Governor of Hong Kong's life might not be worth twelve million!" Song Tianyao kicked the back of the seat in front of him in frustration and said indignantly, "That Chu Xiaozhong, I at least fought against the Zhang Family with him, and he turns on me like that. Does he want me to die even faster?"
Macau, Hong Kong-Macau Ferry Terminal.
As night fell, a passenger ship from Hong Kong slowly docked at the pier. Tourists stepped onto the sampans and, with the help of attentive Portugal pier staff, smoothly stepped onto the land of Macau.
Compared to the Britain's superior position in Hong Kong, the Portugal administration of Macau was clearly not so easy. Putting aside the Portuguese officials who amassed fortunes through corruption and bribery, at least among the ordinary Portuguese people, many couldn't even afford to eat, and they couldn't compete with local merchants in business, which is why they had no choice but to come to the docks to do this kind of hard and tiring work serving others.
With the help of a Portuguese man, Nai Khun slowly walked off the passenger ship, stood on the Hong Kong-Macau Ferry Terminal, took a deep breath of the cold sea breeze, and looked back at his companions who had crossed the sea with him.
Cai Bao, carrying a black leather suitcase, disembarked from the passenger ship one after another with several Thailand companions and stood behind Nai Khun.
"Young Master Kun, the seller hasn't arrived yet, what should we do next?" Cai Bao asked Nai Khun in a low voice in Thai.