Fake. Definitely fake.

"You're back so early today?" Kong Sang got up to help Gu Sheng change, but when she saw the blood on his clothes, she panicked. "What happened?"

"Just a few assholes." Gu Sheng answered casually as he walked inside.

Only after Kong Sang saw that he was unhurt did she relax and go pour him some warm water.

Gu Sheng sat on the sofa and watched TV for a while, then caught the evening news:

"An armored truck robbery took place in Kowloon this afternoon, the fifth such robbery this year.

The robbers rammed the armored truck head-on with a cargo truck, overturning it. A firefight broke out at the scene, and the robbers eventually fled with eight million in cash.

The total number of casualties remains unknown. According to police, three robbers were shot dead at the scene..."

The report showed photographs of the crime scene beneath a bridge. An armored truck lay overturned, surrounded by police cars and officers.

"Hong Kong Island is such a mess!" Kong Sang couldn't help saying.

"Now that's the right flavor!" Gu Sheng laughed.

"What flavor?" Kong Sang looked puzzled.

"Good old-fashioned friendly locals!" Gu Sheng burst out laughing.

Gotham City, where the locals were famously friendly.

Hong Kong Island wasn't much better these days. Gangsters were everywhere; jewelry stores, watch shops, and banks were robbed every few days, and armored truck robberies happened at least several times a year.

Especially after the Iron Lady took that tumble. Hong Kong Island's upper ranks were now panicking, selling off their assets, with no interest in keeping the situation under control.

"You call that friendly locals?" Kong Sang couldn't help rolling her eyes at him.

GS studied the footage on TV for a moment. The method reminded him of a film.

One of the Long Arm of the Law movies.

Those guys had been hiding in-Sai Wan?

GS was tempted, but after turning it over in his head, he gave up on the idea.

Sai Wan was huge. Where would he even look? Besides, he was one man with one gun, while they were a whole crew of hardened robbers.

Only eight million. Not worth risking his life over.

Still, this information might get him something.

He had a few things to do next, and Officer Wei would definitely come looking for him afterward.

He could use this credit to shut the man up first, while also demonstrating his firm commitment to the Royal Hong Kong Police's mission of upholding the law and catching criminals.

Then whatever moves he made afterward would be for the sake of the assignment.

Anyway, if the information was right, he would definitely benefit. If it was wrong... how was that his problem?

I'm a gangster. Getting any information at all is already something. It's all hearsay-how accurate do you expect it to be?

Gu Sheng motioned for Kong Sang to return to her room, then picked up the landline and dialed a number.

"Handsome Sheng, why are you calling me at this hour? Has something happened?" Officer Wei's surprised voice came over the phone.

"I just saw the news about the armored truck robbery in Kowloon. Interested, Officer Wei?" Gu Sheng asked directly.

"You have information?" Officer Wei was instantly delighted. Although he worked in the anti-triad unit, catching that gang of robbers would still be a major achievement.

"I happened to hear something and thought of you, Officer Wei. They're Big Circle Boys," Gu Sheng began.

Over the past few years, the Big Circle Boys had been behind seventy or eighty percent of the robberies in Hong Kong Island.

"I don't know the leader's name, but they're probably hiding in Sai Wan, around Shek Tong Tsui and Sai Ying Pun.

They may also be planning to flee by sea. I don't know the route."

"Good. If the information checks out, I'll make sure you get credit." Officer Wei sounded delighted. He hadn't expected Gu Sheng to be able to obtain information like this.

Gu Sheng had only given him a general area, but that was far easier than searching all of Hong Kong Island for them. Besides, Sai Wan wasn't that large.

"Then I hope you bring those robbers to justice soon, Officer Wei."

Gu Sheng hung up. He had wanted to save the information to shut Officer Wei up when the man came looking for him, but intelligence like this had too short a shelf life.

Once the robbers escaped, the information would be useless, so Gu Sheng simply passed it along right away.

Early the next morning, Big-Eyed Hua knocked on GS's door.

"This early? In a hurry to get reincarnated?" GS cursed the moment he opened the door.

"Boss, you said I only had one night..." Big-Eyed Hua sounded aggrieved. His eyes were bloodshot; clearly, he hadn't slept all night.

"Right. So if you'd waited any longer, you'd be dead." GS yawned and went back inside. Big-Eyed Hua's reminder had jogged his memory.

He had indeed said that.

Big-Eyed Hua: ...

You're the boss. Whatever you say.

"Let's hear it." GS sat on the sofa with a cigarette between his lips, feeling a little more awake.

"Hung Lok's boss is Gentleman Sing. Under him are Concrete, Tai Bo Ball, Ah Wai, and Madman Fai, but Ah Tung took Madman Fai out.

Hung Lok has about a thousand men in total. Their businesses are around Kiu Tau Wai, and they collect two or three million a month in protection money..."

"Also, Gentleman Sing's been going to a nightclub called the Mayflower every day lately, chasing a hostess. I think her name's Ann..."

"Gentleman Sing goes there every day to chase a hostess? What is she, a goddess?" GS scoffed, though he now knew who she was.

"How many men can we mobilize right now?" GS asked.

"Fewer than three hundred. You transferred some of them to the shops, Brother S. Those guys wear suits to work now. I doubt they can even lift a machete anymore."

"But we could borrow some men."

Word of the machete ambush on GS last night had already spread. From GS's tone, Big-Eyed Hua knew he was preparing for war.

"Borrow men? If we borrow men to fight, who owns the businesses we take? Them or me?"

GS snorted, casually stubbed out his cigarette, and said, "Pick thirty guys who can fight and have guts, and get a few cars ready. Tell the others not to wander around over the next few days. Wait for my orders."

GS would have liked to take out their leaders first. If they couldn't even gather their men, what difference would a thousand of them make?

Unfortunately, he simply didn't have that many capable fighters.

Then he would go straight for Gentleman Sing.

That evening, GS drove to the Mayflower nightclub with Silly Fook, Ah Tung, and the others. He had even rented an MPV specifically for the trip.

He wasn't worried about being recognized. How many people even knew his face?

Besides, three more cars full of men followed behind. Once they arrived, he would have them wait in their cars for word and rush over if anything happened.

At the Mayflower nightclub, Mantis immediately got out to open GS's door as soon as the vehicle stopped.

"Good evening, boss! You look better in a suit than anyone else!" A valet came over to flatter GS as he stepped out.

They were all wearing suits, but one glance was enough to tell that GS was the boss.

"We'll park it ourselves," Ah Tung said calmly, remaining in the driver's seat.

"Shit, cheapskate," the valet muttered, but he quickly shut his mouth when he saw Silly Fook beside him.

GS led the others straight into the nightclub.

"Good evening, boss. What should we call you?"

"Call him Brother S!"

"Brother S, party of five!" the receptionist immediately called out.

The Mayflower's reception desk and lobby were on the ground floor, while the booths and dance floor were upstairs. Once GS and his group went up, they were shown into a private room.

After all, the men accompanying GS looked like bodyguards. He was clearly a big shot.

"I don't think I've seen you before, Brother S. First time here? What would you like to drink?" the madam asked as she followed them.

"A dozen bottles of whisky."

"Would you like some girls, Brother S?"

"Bring Ann over."

"Ann... Brother S, Ann only keeps guests company here. She doesn't go out with them," the madam said. Gentleman Sing of Hung Lok had taken a liking to Ann lately, so the madam didn't dare let her leave with customers.

"Got it. Bring her over. And bring a few other young, pretty ones with big tits. If I'm not satisfied, I'll smash your place up!" GS said casually.

"Our girls are the best on this street, and we have the biggest selection. You'll definitely be satisfied, Brother S."

Before long, the madam brought in a group of hostesses and nudged one of them toward GS. "Ann, this is Brother S. Make sure you keep him good company."

GS glanced at her. It was indeed her. Her eyes and brows matched, and her face was delicate, with a touch of youthful innocence.

But one thing wasn't quite how he remembered it.

Her tits were a lot bigger than he remembered.

GS felt he needed to examine her carefully to see whether they were real.

He hated being deceived.