What Are You Secretly Stacking?

The day before.

Chen Feng had invited the three Heaven Kings to watch a good show in the Hell King's name.

And when A Fei saw Chen Feng lead the three Heaven Kings into the lounge where the informant was hiding.

He knew that snitch's good days were over.

Just then, the door opened and Chen Feng walked out.

A Fei asked curiously, "How did it go, boss?"

Chen Feng said without expression, "Don't worry. He went peacefully."

A Fei said, "That's not so bad."

But then the corner of Chen Feng's mouth lifted. He couldn't hold back his laughter. "Hahahaha! I lied. That kid died horribly."

After laughing, Chen Feng instructed him, "A Fei, have the boys bring the table in. I need to talk business with the three Heaven Kings."

A Fei waved to the Motorcycle Ghosts under him. "Don't worry. It's already arranged."

A little while later.

In the staff lounge at Station Eight.

Chen Feng, the Heaven King, the Human King, and the Beast King sat around a round table.

The table was piled with sliced beef, lamb, vegetables, and meatballs waiting to be cooked. In the center, a divided hot pot bubbled away.

White steam blurred the four diners' faces.

Chen Feng's favorite gangster film was Infernal Affairs. That was why he'd brought the three Heaven Kings together over hot pot to discuss rebellion. "Today is the Ghost Festival, the day we pay tribute to the Ghost King."

As he spoke, Chen Feng dipped a piece of cooked lamb in sesame sauce. "I'm the youngest here, so I'll say what nobody wants to hear. You Heaven Kings work yourselves to the bone guarding the Ghost King's territory every day. How much of the take actually reaches us?"

The Beast King agreed wholeheartedly. "Hmph. The Ghost