After lunch, Gu Sheng returned to the bar.
He had only just reached the entrance when he saw an old man getting out of a car.
"Uncle Hing, what brings you here today?" Gu Sheng asked with a grin, putting an arm around him.
"Someone asked me to pass on a message. That's all I'm doing. What you decide to do is up to you." Uncle Hing distanced himself from the matter first.
That would save him from having this bastard turn hostile on the spot.
"Uncle Hing, why talk like we're strangers?" Gu Sheng laughed heartily and led him inside with an arm around him.
"What is it?"
"The Chaozhou Gang admits defeat. They want to serve you tea in apology, then withdraw from North Point. They're asking you to let them off," Uncle Hing said quietly.
"Oh? They get to fight whenever they want, then surrender when they can't win? Do they think Government House opens its doors just for them?" Gu Sheng's expression darkened immediately as he cursed.
Uncle Hing lowered his eyes, looking as though this had nothing to do with him.
He wanted no part in it.
His old bones couldn't take that kind of trouble.
Gu Sheng lit a cigarette and sat pondering for a moment. He had originally intended to refuse outright and wipe out the Chaozhou Gang.
But something occurred to him, and he changed his mind.
The Chaozhou Gang wasn't made up of just Chaozhou people. They also had big money bosses behind them: Shanghai businessmen who had fled here decades ago.
Most of those Shanghai businessmen had ancestors from the Chaoshan Region too, so they stuck closely together and had connections on both sides of the law in Hong Kong.
They funded groups like the Chaozhou Gang to protect their