Wong Hoi-sam had originally had a protective veneer. After all, he worked in education, had extensive connections in the industry, and had quite a few prominent alumni.
If Wo Tu Shu mishandled someone like him, it would face a storm of public condemnation.
After all, some intellectuals had both stiff backbones and stubborn mouths, and Gu Sheng didn't want to get himself mired in trouble over something so minor.
But Gu Sheng had spent money every day for the past two weeks giving Wong Hoi-sam publicity in the newspapers. Besides that original skeleton in his closet, he had thrown plenty of mud at him, stripping away that protective veneer long ago.
The incident with the female student, in particular, was something he could never wash clean.
Even the Jockey Club members who had signed alongside him back then didn't dare have too much to do with him publicly.
As a result, Wong Hoi-sam being run down and seriously injured barely caused a ripple.
Besides, he had offended so many triads that heaven knew which one had sent someone to do it.
With Wong Hoi-sam in this state, the only thing to watch out for was making sure Wang Weilian didn't escape.
Wang Weilian was currently out on bail, so there was no way he could leave Hong Kong Island through legitimate channels.
"Send Wang Weilian's photo to the snakeheads on Hong Kong Island. If any of them lets him leave, I'll send their whole family for a swim!" Gu Sheng said, raising his eyebrows.
"What about that Stammering Girl?" Leung Siu-tong asked.
"Arrange whatever." Gu Sheng waved a hand, not caring in the slightest.
Leung Siu-tong knew where things stood. After going out and passing on the instructions, he called Ah Tung.
"What did Brother Sheng say?" Ah Tung asked.