"Hello, Old Ma."
In the Hong Kong Government's villa district.
Inside a lavishly decorated villa, an old man in a Tang Suit spoke on the phone with a fawning smile plastered across his face.
"I'm terribly sorry to disturb you so late."
The old man tried to curry favor tactfully. "I'll be sure to visit you another day. As it happens, I recently found a Wasteland Artifact sword, said to have belonged to a great general of the Ming dynasty-"
"Hehe, Old Leng, there's no need to be so formal. We've known each other for years."
Old Ma's understated, steady voice came through.
"Hehe, it's only right, only right. You're a pillar of the Dragon Kingdom. We all depend on you."
Flattery never failed.
Old Man Leng smiled obsequiously, every inch a bootlicker.
"Hehe, all right. Tell me, have you run into some trouble?"
"Yes, yes." Looking distressed, Old Leng quietly lit a cigarette from the table. "That good-for-nothing Old Third of mine... has been abducted by some Lei Zi."
"Hmm? There are Lei Zi who dare touch your son? Can't your Longyu Group handle even a few Lei Zi?"
Old Ma asked in puzzlement.
Although the Longyu Group could not compare with the Four Great Clans, it was still a dominant power in the Hong Kong Government.
On this island, at least, its influence could be said to reach everywhere.
Otherwise, it would never have made contact with a behemoth like the Ma Family.
How could such a colossus fail to handle a few Lei Zi?
"Ahem, these Lei Zi are from Chun Prefecture."
Old Man Leng shook his head bitterly.
Of course he could handle these Lei Zi.
But even when beating a dog, you had to consider its master.
Little White Tiger had dared slaughter the Alien