Late at night, at a pier in southern Hong Kong Island.
After a light flashed a few times, a speedboat gradually pulled ashore, and several people jumped off.
There were eight of them in all, each carrying a waterproof bag.
Their leader was tall and broad, his muscles straining against a tight T-shirt, though his face looked young.
On the pier, a man of about thirty in a floral shirt came over to meet them.
"Che Baoshan, what did you come back for?"
"What did I come back for? To avenge Uncle Yiu, of course, and take back what I should have." Che Baoshan spoke calmly, then asked:
"Ah Bing, Uncle Yiu's only been dead two months. Don't tell me you've already forgotten about avenging him?"
"You're going after Handsome Sheng with this handful of men? More like going to your deaths!" Ah Bing snapped, pulling Che Baoshan aside to persuade him:
"Handsome Sheng has bodyguards. Who knows how many people have tried to kill him lately? And what happened to them? The grass on their graves is yards high by now!"
"Of course I'm not going to just charge straight at him." Che Baoshan smiled. "This handful of us wouldn't even be a mouthful for him."
"But I don't believe he can stay that alert every moment. Once I find an opening..." Che Baoshan clenched his fist.
He had brought his men over to take advantage of the chaos on Hong Kong Island, find a chance to kill Gu Sheng and avenge Chan Yiu, and take back what Chiang Tin-yeung had left behind.
There was another reason he had not told Ah Bing.
Through an intermediary, he had learned that someone wanted Handsome Sheng's woman dead.
The money was not much, only two million, but he was more than