A Zhulu Dou at Fook Shing Building spread through certain circles.
Although most of the gamblers had been wiped out in one sweep by Song Ren, the massive underdog,
the exhilarating yet bloody scene still made these elites feel that the trip had been worthwhile.
It even gave Fook Shing Building's reputation another boost.
With this match, Song Ren killed three fighters and secured five wins in one go.
It could be said that he had made a name for himself in the top-tier boxing ring with this single battle.
Three days later, at an ultra-luxurious high-end private club.
Song Ren had only managed to book a private room here by borrowing Zhu Bao'er's influence.
This time, he had come specifically to host a Hong Kong tycoon.
In terms of status, Song Ren had already shaken off the labels of death-row inmate and even criminal from Stanley Prison.
The matter of being a death-row inmate had merely been a substitute identity.
According to their agreement, he had helped the prison warden win this highly sensational match.
That had allowed him to make a fortune in one go.
Although the warden was somewhat reluctant to let Song Ren go just like that, he had to keep his word. After all, Song Ren was far more than just a criminal.
Moreover, after this Zhulu Dou, Song Ren's reputation had become increasingly prominent, and most of the big bosses had already taken notice of him.
It was practically impossible to take another massive underdog as a dark horse.
On top of that, Zhu Bao'er had also used Sir Zhu's name to mediate.
The warden had simply gone with the flow and offered this favor that did not really count as a favor.
Inside the private room
Song Ren wore a well-fitted black suit with a neat white shirt underneath.
He sat quietly in his seat with his eyes closed, resting.
After a while, he lowered his head and glanced at his silver-white wristwatch. More than half an hour had passed since the agreed-upon time.
The tea on the table had been replaced several times, yet the private room remained utterly quiet.
Song Ren was very patient. Leaning back in his seat, he continued to doze with his eyes closed.
It was not until another half-hour or so had passed that footsteps sounded outside the private room.
Song Ren opened his eyes and turned to look.
The door opened. Led obsequiously by a manager in charge, a group headed by Fok Siu Tong entered.
Fok Siu Tong wore a custom-made suit and a neatly tied tie. He was of average height, with a somewhat plump build.
He was around fifty years old. His hairline had receded far back, leaving him with the classic Mediterranean hairstyle of a consummate elite.
Two black-clad bodyguards with wary eyes entered alongside him.
Two more bodyguards had been assigned to guard the door of the private room.
Song Ren took the initiative to stand and walk over, extending his hand. "Mr. Fok, it's a pleasure to meet you."
Fok Siu Tong lowered his head and glanced at Song Ren's outstretched hand.
He merely smiled lightly before brushing past Song Ren.
He went straight to the seat of honor at the tea table, while the two bodyguards quietly stood behind him.
Song Ren glanced at his hand, still raised in midair, smiled, and naturally withdrew it. He turned and sat opposite Fok Siu Tong.
Without waiting for Song Ren to speak, Fok Siu Tong said directly:
"I know about what happened at Fook Shing Building, and I know about your relationship with Bao'er."
"So I agreed to meet you here because Bao'er asked me to."
"But as the chairman of Fok's Bank, you should also understand that I'm genuinely very busy most days."
"So whatever it is, you'd better keep it brief."
Song Ren nodded. "All right, then I'll—"
"I think..." Fok Siu Tong interrupted him before he could finish.
At the same time, he glanced at his wristwatch and asked in an assertive tone, "I think one minute should be enough, right?"
"..." Song Ren raised his brows and looked at him.
Booking this private room had cost him most of his fortune.
He had also needed to borrow Zhu Bao'er's influence to secure it, yet in the end, all he had gotten was one minute?
Rich people really are something else...
Song Ren gave a self-mocking smile, then raised his head. His tone became calm. "All right. One minute is more than enough."
Fok Siu Tong looked at him with a hint of surprise.
This young man is quite composed.
I've already made my attitude obvious enough, haven't I?
Then perhaps I should make it even clearer?
Fok Siu Tong thought this with a touch of amusement.
He did not think a fighter who had struggled at the very bottom was qualified to speak with him as an equal.
If his future daughter-in-law had not personally asked him, he would never have come here at all.
One minute was already charity.
Song Ren was straightforward enough. He took a photocopy of a handwritten booklet from his pocket.
Then he pushed it toward Fok Siu Tong. "Mr. Fok, have a look?"
Fok Siu Tong merely glanced at the cover, then adjusted the glasses on the bridge of his nose. "Your one minute is almost up. I don't think I'll be able to finish it. I think I'll pass for now and look at it next time."
Song Ren said mildly, "Mr. Fok, you'll be able to finish it."
Fok Siu Tong's tone was calm, even certain. "If I say I won't finish it, then I definitely won't finish it."
With that, he stood up and prepared to leave.
Song Ren smiled and took the booklet back.
However, when Fok Siu Tong brushed past him, Song Ren added in an utterly calm voice:
"Mr. Fok, A Lok asked me to say hello to you."
Fok Siu Tong's unhurried footsteps paused.
The formal smile on his face stiffened as well.
He turned back and looked at Song Ren's motionless back as he sat there.
Then he looked at the white booklet copied on the table.
After a long pause, Fok Siu Tong sat back down expressionlessly.
Song Ren said, "Mr. Fok? You're not leaving? Did you forget something?"
Fok Siu Tong gave him a deep look, then extended his hand. "Give me the booklet."
Song Ren raised his brows. "Wasn't it impossible to finish?"
Fok Siu Tong's face darkened. He held out his hand for the booklet but said nothing.
Song Ren let out a scoffing laugh.
In a forceful voice, he said emphatically, "I told you. You'll definitely be able to finish it."
Even if you can't finish it, you're going to sit down and read it!!!
Fok Siu Tong's expression darkened further, but he still kept his hand extended toward him.
Song Ren glanced at the hand demanding the booklet.
He immediately flung the photocopy over. It struck Fok Siu Tong squarely in the chest before falling onto the tea table.
The two bodyguards behind Fok Siu Tong immediately knitted their brows.
But without their employer's order, they could not act rashly.
Fok Siu Tong's expression was ugly, but he silently withdrew his hand, picked up the photocopy, and began flipping through it page by page.
Soon, his expression grew more and more fascinating as he read.
It contained fragments of important information that A Lok had casually copied down while working for Fok Siu Tong.
Although it was merely the tip of the iceberg, with this document, it was practically certain that A Lok had other backups in his possession.
After a long while, Fok Siu Tong raised his head again.
The usually refined, tycoon-like man was suppressing his temper for the first time. Word by word, he said:
"You little punk! How dare you threaten me!!!"
Song Ren leaned back casually in his chair, seemingly amused by those words. He threw back his head and let out an unrestrained chuckle.
Finally, he lowered his head. All traces of amusement had vanished from his eyes, and his expression had grown increasingly sharp.
"Fuck! Otherwise, would I have invited you out for tea?"