Wang Kun

Song Ren was puzzled by her laughter.

He withdrew his gaze, mentally adding a two-word evaluation of her.

What a lunatic.

Cai Shuang Yu also noticed her best friend's little gesture. She turned to look at Song Ren, then quickly looked away again.

Nothing special.

She leaned against her best friend and whispered something to her.

Song Ren had no intention of striking up a conversation. He simply sat in his seat and quietly finished his glass of wine.

Then, just as he rose to leave, a sharp crack suddenly came from the direction of the dance floor.

The scene immediately grew somewhat noisy.

In one corner of the dance floor, Ah Wah was clutching his bleeding forehead and crouching on the ground in pain.

Shards from a broken beer bottle were scattered all over the floor beneath him.

Yau Kong Ngau and the others immediately rushed over. Two of them helped inspect Ah Wah's wound.

Yau Kong Ngau suddenly turned his head and looked grimly toward a booth in the northwest corner.

The beer bottle had been thrown from there.

At that booth sat more than ten thuggish-looking men.

The man sitting in the very center wore a black shirt, its collar open to reveal a faintly visible wolf-head tattoo on his chest. Seen through the shirt's neckline, it looked exceptionally ferocious.

The moment Yau Kong Ngau saw the man's face, his pupils violently contracted.

Wang Kun!

It was Wang Kun!!!

He had been one of the main culprits responsible for sending their entire team to prison several years ago. Everything back then had started because of him.

Who would have thought that after all these years, that bastard was still living so comfortably?

Thinking of the miserable experiences his brothers had suffered in prison, Yau Kong Ngau nearly lost control.

Wang Kun rose from the booth with a manic grin. "Sorry, sorry, Ah sir. One of my men's hands slipped."

As he said this, he seemed to think of something. He suddenly reacted and gave a strange laugh.

"Oh, no, that's right. I almost forgot. You're ex~Ah sirs."

His bizarre tone made the men and women around them burst into laughter.

Young Master, Mok Yik Chuen, and Bao Zhu immediately grew furious.

"What did you say?"

"You bastard, are you looking to die?"

"Fuck off!"

Siu Jai Ming also recognized him and immediately cursed, "Wang Kun, you fucking bastard! Your whole family should be dead!"

The group shared the same hatred and all wore vicious expressions, but just as they were about to make a move, Yau Kong Ngau stopped them.

The atmosphere at the scene had already grown increasingly tense.

Wang Kun's booth, along with the dozen or so people in the neighboring booths, all stood up with a whoosh. Every one of them wore a menacing expression.

Wang Kun walked out of the group, still holding a glass of beer.

When he reached Yau Kong Ngau, he gave him a strange smile. "Ex-Ah sirs, what you just said sounded really scary."

Wang Kun's gaze swept over the members of Yau Kong Ngau's team, and his tone turned arrogant. "One of my men's hand slipped, and the beer bottle accidentally hit you. I'm really sorry."

As he said this, he leaned closer as if puzzled. "By the way, ex-Ah sir, as a former elite police officer, let me ask you something—"

"A slip of the hand shouldn't count as a crime, right?"

Young Master, Bao Zhu, and the others were so furious that their faces flushed red. They wished they could tear the bastard apart on the spot.

But Yau Kong Ngau still held up a hand to stop them.

If they started fighting here, putting aside whether they would gain or lose the advantage,

the complications that followed would be troublesome enough.

They had only just been released from prison and did not want to be arrested and sent back.

However, Wang Kun's words had undoubtedly deepened the killing intent in Yau Kong Ngau's heart.

Wang Kun seemed not to notice. His attitude remained arrogant, and when he saw how restrained Yau Kong Ngau was, he immediately shouted loudly.

"Hey! Are you mute? Speak!"

"Fuck! I'm asking whether a slip of the hand is against the law!"

Wang Kun roughly rubbed his head and cursed, "Fuck you! You all claim to be elites of the police force, yet you don't even know this? I'm fucking ashamed for you!"

In front of the bar

Li Yuyao held a glass of fruit wine and curiously leaned toward Cai Shuang Yu.

"That person is one of your Wo Kee people, right?"

"He's so arrogant."

Cai Shuang Yu nodded without saying much more, merely watching coldly from the side.

Then, a figure suddenly stood up not far beside them.

Cai Shuang Yu froze for a moment.

Li Yuyao also let out a soft exclamation.

Then Song Ren began walking faster and faster, finally breaking into a run.

He suddenly leaped into the air, jumping over a long standing table. With one leg hooked backward, he kicked Wang Kun hard in the neck before Wang Kun could react.

Wang Kun instantly lost his balance. His head slammed into the glass of the standing table in front of him, shattering it with a bang.

Blood immediately poured down his forehead.

Clutching his head in pain, he began howling loudly.

Song Ren steadied himself and said mockingly, "A slip of the hand isn't a crime, but your slip of the hand made me want to commit a crime against you."

The moment he finished speaking, more than a dozen people from several nearby booths surrounded them. Each one held either a beer bottle or a folding stool from beside a standing table.

They swarmed over in a dense mass, their momentum imposing and their curses incessant.

"Fuck you! Who the hell are you?"

"Are you looking to die?"

"You fucking bum! How dare you hit Brother Kun? We'll finish you tonight!"

"Your whole family can go to hell! Hack him to death!"

Wang Kun climbed off the ground, one hand clutching his bleeding forehead and the other clutching his painfully numb neck.

When his gaze landed on Song Ren, it immediately filled with viciousness.

"Fuck you! Do you know whose territory this is?"

"Do you know who I am?"

"You dare touch me? Tonight, even the Queen Mother herself couldn't save you, you bitch!"

"I, Wang Kun, said so!"

Song Ren could not be bothered to waste words on these people. If they had not been in public, that kick just now would not have been all he did.

Since he had kept Yau Kong Ngau and the others around, he had never intended to let Wang Kun and his men off.

As for scum like Wang Kun, who distributed drugs everywhere, Song Ren did not have the slightest bit of sympathy for them.

The nightclub was clearly experienced in dealing with fights.

The crowd immediately scattered, clearing a large area.

In front of the bar

Cai Shuang Yu and Li Yuyao were still sitting together.

Li Yuyao's eyes shone brightly. "Wow, that kick just now—Shuang Yu, did you see it? He looked incredibly cool!"

Cai Shuang Yu said flatly, "It was all right. Judging from that person's footwork once he started moving, he seems to have trained in martial arts."

Li Yuyao was quite curious and could not help asking,

"Are you going to get involved?"

"That Wang Kun isn't one of your Wo Kee people?"

Cai Shuang Yu said, "Let's watch for now. I'm not very familiar with him. He's the Mong Kok leader chosen by Uncle Zhong, and most of the business he handles involves drug dens."

"But you know that I never touch that kind of business."

Li Yuyao immediately said, "When I said get involved, I meant whether you want to help that handsome guy."

"After all, there are only a few of them."

"..." Cai Shuang Yu said:

"Is there something wrong with your brain? Not getting involved is the greatest help I can give him, and you still want me to help him?"