Chapter 14

Big D, Taizi, Boxing King Tai, Big Brother B these four spoke with the loudest voices: "No problem, Dragon Head, you just need to be the Leader and it's okay."

Only Jingkun's expression wavered—sometimes dark, sometimes bright.

Jiang Tian Sheng's single word decided the fate of the realm.

After the ceremony ended, noise erupted outside as everyone drank and bragged.

Prosperity's twelve Leaders entertained Jianghu friends everywhere.

Inside the Three Saints Palace.

In an inconspicuous reception room, a telephone sat on the table.

Jiang Tian Sheng, Li Xin, and Jingkun remained silent.

Li Xin could only speak first: "Brother Kun, what do you choose?"

Jingkun shouted excitedly: "I damn well won't choose, you're forcing me to die!"

Why are you forcing me? Haven't I done enough for Prosperity?

Over the years, how many people have I offended for the gang? If I didn't have enough manpower, I would have been taken out long ago.

With more manpower, where does the money come from? The gang? I have no choice—if I don't do this, people will die!

Jingkun's expression turned ferocious.

Brother Kun, I've secured a retreat for you. I can obtain gun permits for Mr. Jiang and clear Wang Bao for you, so you'll have no more worries. How will you choose this time?

Li Xin stared at Jingkun with a blank face and said.

Jingkun calmed himself a bit and asked doubtfully: "Do you really have that much influence?"

Jiang Tian Sheng had known the plan since yesterday; he was so happy he almost jumped up. If he obtained the gun permits, even if he stepped down later, he would still have the means to protect himself.

Anyone who dares to ambush me will get shot on the spot, and after that there's no need to flee.

Get it today, tomorrow I'll abdicate and become a figure‑emperor (a retired emperor with no power, just a sinecure), and be happy.

Well, just daydreaming—without sorting things out, I can't abdicate!

This cowardly dragon head—I really don't want to be it even for a day!

Jiang Tian Sheng stared at Jingkun; if Jingkun disagreed, Jiang Tian Sheng would sacrifice Mong Kok and kill him, letting nothing stand in the way of his path to legitimacy—whoever blocks him gets killed.

Jingkun knew he had no choice.

If he disagrees, they might not even be able to leave this room—don't think Li Xin is just a paper fan; killing him would be too easy.

He grabbed his hair with both hands, silent, but gave a slight nod.

The two remaining men exchanged a smile, Li Xin picked up the phone, dialed the number, and waited for a voice to say, "Li Xin?"

Li Xin acted completely natural, putting on a display of police‑gangster collusion in front of the Dragon Head and the Leaders.

He said: "Mr. Huang, we, Prosperity, accept your terms, but there is a condition."

"Mr. Jiang wants fifty gun permits, and after we send Wang Bao away—is that okay?"

Jiang Tian Sheng and Jingkun waited nervously for the reply.

Fatty Huang held back laughter and snapped: "You're dreaming—Wang Bao can be dealt with, but gun permits? No way Jiang Tian Sheng could ever get them."

As a representative of the pro‑China faction, this is trivial to settle.

Their status, pattern, and height differ; the forces they can mobilize are not on the same level.

A gang is a gang—it can only survive underground; expose it to light and it dies.

What Jiang Tian Sheng has dreamed of, Fatty Huang can produce at will.

Sometimes, what Fatty Huang needs, Jiang Tian Sheng can resolve with just a phone call.

Just how amazing!

Cats have their way, rats have theirs.

"So there's nothing left to discuss?"

"Li Xin, it's not that there's nothing to talk about—it's that this demand is outrageous. Let's change it; I'll try to meet you halfway."

Li Xin got addicted to acting, instantly becoming a drama queen, and said firmly: "Mr. Huang, you need to understand—you need results to get promoted. Without our cooperation, you can't achieve it!"

The drug busts in Tsuen Wan and Mong Kok—are they enough for you to become a senior superintendent?

If not, we'll cooperate in the future—Prosperity doesn't deal in drugs, but we're still Jianghu folks. Wanting to look into something is as easy as reaching out.

You agree, right? Police‑civilian cooperation—we're all good citizens who despise gambling and drugs; that's the basis of our collaboration.

Fatty Huang pinched his thigh to keep from laughing out loud—'A Xin acting isn't bad; he might even snag a best‑actor award!'

The preparations are done; we're just waiting for the pot to heat up. No rush—as long as Prosperity's people in Mong Kok and Tsuen Wan cooperate, none will escape.

Once this is done, Prosperity will have completely severed ties with drugs—no one will dare to work with them.

Afraid of being lured into a trap.

Hahaha.

"Hmm, you make sense, but fifty gun permits is too many—impossible."

"This way, I have a friend who runs a security firm that holds twenty gun permits; we can sell the company to Mr. Jiang, and I'll push it through the relevant channels—then it'll come through."

"Finally, he added, "Don't push your luck.""

Jiang Tian Sheng quickly gave him a look, urging him to agree at once.

Does the Gangdao gang have any legal gun permits?

None—not a single one. Mr. Jiang Tian Sheng is the only one who has them.

He glanced at Li Xin and murmured, "Well, maybe there are two."

Actually, there's no need to act anymore—the two men before him are already flushed; even if they knew the truth, they'd find excuses to let Li Xin off the hook.

But this Jianghu identity is still useful—Li Xin could never abandon it. (Several big gangs haven't even had a group battle yet; at minimum they could churn out hundreds of thousands of words) (≧? ≦)

"Alright, Mr. Huang, since you've said all that, let's do it."

Like this, in a moment you'll note down Mr. Jiang's phone number; later, if anything comes up, we can communicate—just find a balance point between both sides, and we'll be good friends.

You agree, right, Mr. Huang?

This bastard, to stay low‑key, dragged even the Dragon Head into the water!

This is what an undercover does! Damn, so dedicated.

Does Jiang Tian Sheng have any connections in the police force?

Yes.

He has connections in all aspects.

But someone like Huang Bingyao, a figure of such weight among the Chinese police, wouldn't bother with him.

Jiang Tian Sheng broke out in a fine sweat on his forehead; as long as he could get on Huang Bingyao's boat, as long as he could bear the cost, he wouldn't count the expense.

Just the connections Huang Bingyao could let them know about were enough for him to make up his mind.

Look at the Ma family, and look at the Li family.

Damn, they're black as smoke, yet they can be cleared; what's lacking in my own Jiang family?

Huang Pangzi put on an act, speaking reservedly: "Huh, Xiao Jiang?"

Huang Bingyao definitely didn't take it; even if Jiang Tian Sheng's father were alive and called him Xiao Jiang, his father would still have to happily agree.

Those who have lasted through the entire age of the money empire and still reached high positions—none of them are simple.

"Then let's keep one; if anything comes up later, I'll contact him." After a pause, he added: "Actually I don't want to deal with these people—it's a hassle!"

Today you've done me such a big favor, so I'll give you face—just like that.

He hung up the phone, Huang Pangzi slapped the table and laughed loudly; in the future, having a top‑tier society's Dragon Head send him information was something he never dared to dream of.

At most it's just an exchange of interests.

Huang Bingyao has this one good point: once he treats you as his own, if he can help, he definitely won't just stand by and watch.

This is also why he's well liked among the Chinese in the police force.