That night.
The Hong Kong Government was ablaze with lights.
This modern city was so lively that it hardly looked as though it had been through the apocalypse.
The streets glittered with nightlife, and beneath the neon lights were people still rushing about to make a living.
High above, beyond where they could look up and see, Little White Tiger and Old Ninth sat quietly before a floor-to-ceiling window.
They looked down over the entire Hong Kong Government.
Only a small table lamp was on in the room. Their expressions were hidden, and only the cigarettes in their hands glowed and dimmed.
"I feel like I'm dreaming." Facing the sea, Little White Tiger murmured hoarsely, "Do you still remember why we first started running the streets?"
"So our brothers could live well, eat their fill, and have warm clothes." Old Ninth pinched out his cigarette with his bare fingers and gave a self-mocking smile. "Now I finally understand what Dad said back then."
Back then, Overlord had vehemently opposed them getting too close to White Garment and the Guan Family.
Because the higher they climbed, the harder they would fall.
The wisdom of the older generation.
"We're not short of money anymore, but... I don't seem all that happy."
"How long has it been since we lay around talking like this?" The two curled up on the sofa, a trace of bewilderment in their eyes.
The two Little Lei Zis had risen too quickly. Only when they truly settled down did they realize they had already become big shots in other people's eyes.
That was both good and bad.
"Ever since Xiao Yuan nearly died, I've been getting more and more timid. I'm afraid something will happen to our brothers, to you, to Xiao Yuan."
Only in front of Old