Tsim Sha Tsui only began developing in the late 1970s, so it had yet to become the bustling district it would later be.
Even so, it was far livelier than Fanling. There were gambling dens, brothels, opium parlors, and all manner of restaurants and snack stalls.
The signs of the various establishments already had something of a neon glow to them.
Three vans pulled up outside a gambling den in East Tsim Sha Tsui, and more than twenty people got out one after another.
"Mr. Wang, please, don't act rashly." Peng Yunliang followed beside Wang Yan with a face like he was heading to his death.
Li Kuiyong said, "Mr. Peng, Brother Yan is very reasonable. But from what you've said about the conduct of the gangsters here, I don't think they're very reasonable. You can only talk to them with your fists!"
Wang Yan nodded with a smile, throwing an arm around Li Kuiyong's shoulders. "Dayong, you've improved. You've seen the problem very clearly."
"I'm with you every day. If I still didn't improve, what would that make me?"
Wang Yan laughed heartily and patted Peng Yunliang on the shoulder. "Mr. Peng, you should leave first. Don't bring trouble down on yourselves. These people—hit one, and a whole string comes crawling out. They're gutless."
"Mr. Wang, you're joking. No matter what, we'll back you up." Peng Yunliang grabbed Wang Yan's arm. "Mr. Wang, let me speak first later. Let's try to settle this peacefully."
Wang Yan neither agreed nor disagreed, simply following Peng Yunliang and the others inside.
Their arrival caused quite a stir, and the people inside had long been waiting in battle formation.
Even the gamblers who had been smoking and placing bets paused, silently making room to watch the show. They planned to resume their games