"You guys are making this really uninteresting for me."
At a dai pai dong, Wang Yan ate stir-fried crab, roast goose, and wonton noodles as he watched the gang leader sitting across from him and smoking.
"Mr. Wang, you're joking. You've come to our territory, so of course we have to treat you well." The gang leader smiled ingratiatingly, speaking in stilted Mandarin with an expression of complete sincerity.
That was, if not for the look on the gang leader's face like he was about to die...
Wang Yan shook his head. "You're a thug, a triad member. Drug dealing, loan sharking, fighting, grabbing territory—this is how you entertain people? Where's your bottom line?"
"Mr. Wang, I'm just a 49er. The boss took a liking to me and had me watch over the business. Could you please stop messing with me...?"
"You people really are no good." Even Li Kuiyong could not stand watching anymore. "Last time we came, wasn't there some guy called Brother Chicken? Learn from him."
"Mr. Li, Brother Chicken's already sleeping with the fishes..."
"No way, you were that ruthless even with your own people?" Li Kuiyong's eyes widened. They had caused quite a commotion last time, but no one had died.
He was not afraid; he simply felt that the thugs on Hong Kong Island were far too ruthless. They truly deserved the name of triads. If he had been alone, even with eight times the courage, he would not have dared provoke these people. But clearly, he was not alone. Looking at his good brother wolfing down food and drink, he felt completely at ease...
The gang leader wore a bitter expression. "Those Red Poles who started the conflict with Mr. Wang and made the society lose face and money—every single one of them