"Mr. Jiang, what brought you here?" Camel asked as he shook hands with Chiang Tin-yeung.
"Mr. Camel, I came especially to see you," Chiang Tin-yeung said with a smile. Both men were smiling, and they looked quite cordial.
There really wasn't any conflict between Hongxing and Tung Sing at present.
The biggest clash in the past two years had been the dispute between Ah Sin and Thunderclap Tiger. But with one dead and the other missing, no one mentioned it anymore.
Besides, Camel had stepped in to mediate back then, so relations between the two sides were very cordial.
"I heard you liked a drink, so I brought you two bottles of Louis XIII," Chiang Tin-yeung said.
"You even knew I liked drinking. How thoughtful. Come inside and sit down. Let's have a few drinks together." Camel ushered Chiang Tin-yeung inside.
GS looked at Tiger Descending the Mountain, Crow, then at Golden-Haired Tiger, Sa Meng, then at Smiling Tiger, Ng Chi-hung, then at Tiger Taming the Dragon, Szeto Ho-nam, and finally at Nameless Tiger, Big Tung. He kept feeling that these Tung Sing men were an ugly bunch, none of them easy on the eyes.
"What are you looking at?" Crow asked brashly.
"At how handsome you are. Not a hair around the sides of your head, just a tuft on top. You look like a radish," GS said, smiling.
"Are you here to make trouble?" Crow glared at him.
"It's a joke. Don't be so petty. Look how well our bosses get along. You can't even take a joke? People will laugh if word gets out!" GS said with a grin.
"Fuck!"
"A joke's no big deal. You really are being petty, Crow. He came all this way to show his support. What's wrong with him taking a look