"I heard the top boss is throwing a banquet today, and all the bosses of Hong Kong Island's triads will be there! When will I get to go to something like that?"
While Gu Sheng was hosting his banquet, a few underlings sat chatting by the roadside in Mong Kok.
"Wake up, will you? You can't fight and you haven't got any brains. How do you expect to get ahead?" one of his companions said.
"Forget that. Think about what the boss said. We'll all have to wear security guard uniforms! Fuck, people will laugh at us when we go out!"
"If you don't want to wear one, tell the boss!"
"Fuck, are you nuts? If the boss tells me to wear it, of course I will!"
Ah Bing came out of the Siu To Shop carrying a beer and spoke up when he heard them chatting.
"Look on the bright side. You won't have to worry about getting arrested anymore! If your families say you're out wasting your lives, tell them you're employees of Hongxing Security!"
"Brother Bing!" The underlings greeted him lazily, unwilling even to stand up.
Ah Bing didn't mind. Things had been like this ever since he'd been sidelined under Ah Tung.
Society was realistic. When you were capable and powerful, people fawned over you.
Once you lost your standing and became useless, who would still fawn over you?
Even calling him "Brother Bing" was already showing him respect.
"Not a brain among you. You really think being a gangster gets you anywhere? So many bosses have died. You think this life is easy?" Ah Bing scoffed and wandered off with his beer.
Ah Bing didn't move fast and looked like any gangster found on the street, but his eyes kept scanning his surroundings.
Gu Sheng