Chapter 636: Single Blade to the Banquet

Early the next morning, He Yuzhu went to find Su Qing.

Having not seen him for several years, Su Qing's hair had turned mostly white, and his spine was not as straight as it used to be.

He Yuzhu sat down opposite him and got straight to the point: "Is the shipping company side quiet lately?"

Su Qing nodded, then sighed, his fingers tapping lightly on the tabletop: "The Hong Kong British Government comes to inspect every few days, all with Americans pulling the strings behind the scenes. But those foreign devils aren't stupid either; they don't want to be used as pawns for nothing. They investigate and investigate but can't find any evidence, so in the end, most things just fizzle out."

"What about Jin Hai's side?"

At the mention of this name, Su Qing's brows immediately furrowed: "Fourteen K has been staging a comeback lately; I heard they've gathered over a hundred thousand people. Although their numbers don't compare to Jin Hai's side, these people—are truly ruthless."

He Yuzhu narrowed his eyes: "Weren't they almost wiped out last time? How did they pop up again?"

"Yellow, gambling, and drugs make money fast." Su Qing lowered his voice, "Jin Hai's side does little of that; they mainly do real estate, but they can't stop others from sneaking into the construction sites to cause trouble, forcing the sites to shut down."

After listening, He Yuzhu was silent for a moment: "Come to think of it, it was me who advised him not to touch those things."

Su Qing waved his hand: "They aren't completely avoiding them, they just aren't as ruthless as the other side!"

When she saw Zhao Ying, she came up and gave He Yuzhu a big hug.

"You kid are something, you haven't changed a bit after all these years. I, your sister, have truly grown old." Zhao Ying laughed.

He Yuzhu smiled: "Old? I think you're getting younger and younger."

Zhao Ying laughed and punched him, the two sat down, and without much small talk, they went straight to the point.

"I heard the elastic pants at Liu Shi Trading aren't selling, all because Fourteen K keeps causing trouble? Is that true?" He Yuzhu asked.

At the mention of this, the smile on Zhao Ying's face vanished instantly: "Those bastards are too shameless. They copy our styles and report us to the government every few days."

"Didn't Jin Hai step in to manage it?" He Yuzhu asked again.

"He did, both sides are fighting fiercely. Even if Li Yong steps in, he can't suppress them."

He Yuzhu nodded: "I'll go find Jin Hai tonight to see if I can help."

Zhao Ying's eyes lit up: "That would be great! He's been entrusting me to find you, but I never agreed. I heard recently that he's been wanting to negotiate with Fourteen K; I'm afraid it won't be settled without drawing blades."

When he saw Jin Hai, this old brother had also aged quite a bit.

As soon as he saw He Yuzhu, he immediately strode forward, grabbed him in a hug, and patted his back hard: "Brother, you finally came! Your brother has missed you to death!"

He Yuzhu waited for him to let go and spoke directly: "I heard you ran into trouble here? I rushed over as fast as I could. This time, I will definitely help you settle the matter."

Jin Hai let him go and cursed: "Those bastards rely on yellow, gambling, and drugs to fill their pockets, taking the money to recruit soldiers and buy horses all over the world. The most fatal thing is that they've taken in quite a few retired soldiers—in terms of individual combat, they are indeed stronger than us."

He Yuzhu frowned: "I heard from Zhao Ying that you want to negotiate with them?"

Jin Hai nodded, his expression darkening: "All the projects I do are real estate, and they've caused me no shortage of trouble. Even paying a little money is better than having the whole project shut down."

"When are you negotiating? I'll go with you." He Yuzhu said.

Jin Hai laughed and patted his shoulder: "I won't hide it from you, I've mentioned to Zhao Ying several times to have her call you over. Every time she says she can't reach you. In my opinion, she doesn't want to drag you into this mess."

He Yuzhu also laughed: "Why do you have to go through her? I left you my telegram and phone number."

Jin Hai gave a bitter laugh: "We are people from two different worlds now. I also don't want to drag you into the water for no reason!"

He Yuzhu didn't wait for him to finish, suddenly thinking of an idea: "Master Jin, I have an idea."

"Speak."

"Do you have anyone on the Fourteen K side who can get into the core layer? The kind who can listen in when they hold meetings."

Jin Hai thought for a moment: "There is one. He doesn't count as a top-tier figure, but he can sneak into most important meetings."

He Yuzhu's eyes lit up: "Then go ask, when are they holding a meeting?"

Jin Hai nodded: "In my opinion, they will hold one soon. I've repeatedly proposed negotiations, so they have to gather to discuss a plan."

"Can the core layer all attend such a meeting?"

Jin Hai shook his head: "Usually not all of them. In a business where you carry your head on your belt, every leader has one or two backups following them. But then again, once the big brother dies and a deputy takes power, the appeal immediately drops by a chunk."

He Yuzhu put down his chopsticks: "I'll stay here with you. You hurry and have someone check when they are gathering, give me the address, and I'll wipe them all out in one go."

Jin Hai slapped his thigh: "That's a good way! But you—"

He Yuzhu patted his shoulder: "Don't you know my skills? Dealing with these people isn't hard."

The next evening, the sea breeze, wrapped in a salty, fishy scent, brushed gently across the shore.

He Yuzhu and Jin Hai sat side by side on the beach, beer bottles tipped over in the sand, the two chatting about old times in Beiping in the forties.

Just as they were in the middle of their conversation, a young man ran over in a panic, leaned over to Jin Hai's ear, and muttered a few words in a low voice.

Jin Hai's brow furrowed slightly, then he waved his hand, and the young man turned and ran away.

Jin Hai was silent for a moment, then turned his head: "Zhuzi, tomorrow morning, Fourteen K is holding a big meeting. I have a brother who can take you in, but it's forbidden to bring weapons. Do you think it's doable? If not, don't force it."

After listening, He Yuzhu nodded: "Master Jin, as long as I can get in, I will definitely wipe them all out."

Jin Hai picked up a beer bottle and took a gulp: "Everyone going tomorrow is a boss of a branch, totaling nearly two hundred people. If they were all gone, I could launch an attack directly."

He Yuzhu's gaze hardened, his tone firm: "Don't worry, Master Jin. This time next year will be the death anniversary of this group of people."

Hearing this, Jin Hai laughed out loud, his shoulders shaking uncontrollably: "Then I can sleep soundly from now on!"

Late at night, He Yuzhu was sent by Jin Hai's men to the vicinity of Donglong Island in Hong Kong.

Before coming, he had specifically tidied himself up—he cut a shiny pompadour, stuck on a pair of small mustaches, thickened his eyebrows, and added a few moles to his face and neck. Even if an acquaintance bumped into him head-on, they would have to pause for a moment to recognize him.

After waiting on the shore for about half an hour, a car suddenly stopped beside him.

A man in his thirties rolled down the window: "Is this Mr. He Kun?"

He Yuzhu nodded.

The man beckoned: "Get in!"

He Yuzhu sat in the passenger seat and scanned the man—a knife scar slanted across his face, and when he grinned, he revealed a mouthful of buckteeth.

The man lowered his voice: "I'm Baoyarong. Master Jin's man?"

He Yuzhu nodded.

Baoyarong whispered a reminder: "When we get to the pier, if anyone asks, just say you're my cousin. You look too ugly, saying you're a younger brother doesn't look right, so just say cousin."

He Yuzhu nearly lost his breath in one go.

Baoyarong instructed again: "You definitely don't speak Cantonese; if anyone talks to you, just pretend to be deaf. Right, do you have any skills?"

He Yuzhu rolled up his sleeves, "I have great strength."

Baoyarong glanced at his arms: "How many people can you fight?"

He Yuzhu said casually: "Those with guns, I can handle seven or eight."

"That's great, Master Jin's men say the same thing. Then my personal safety will be guaranteed," Baoyarong laughed loudly.

The two walked while getting their stories straight, and before they knew it, they arrived at the shore.

A large crowd was gathered here, dark and dense, boarding the boats in twos and threes.

There were also many people waiting on the shore, a chaotic mess.

Boats of all sizes were docked at the shore—motorboats, sampans, and various types of Fishing Boats, all squeezed together.

Baoyarong lowered his voice: "There should be ten hall masters present today, and each one will bring dozens of subordinates. Don't make a move easily."

He Yuzhu understood—the other party was warning him not to act recklessly.

He also understood in his heart that Jin Hai couldn't possibly tell Baoyarong his true intentions, otherwise this old guy likely wouldn't have dared to come.

Just as he was thinking this, two subordinates blocked their path.

Baoyarong didn't even lift his eyelids, pulling He Yuzhu and walking toward another group of people to the side.

Over there, a small leader was holding a cigarette in his mouth, eyeing people askance.

Baoyarong opened his mouth and cursed: "Fuck your mother! What are you checking! You don't even recognize me?"

The small leader held the cigarette in his mouth and sneered: "Dead bucktooth, so what if I check you!"

Baoyarong glared on the spot: "Screw you, you son of a bitch! Hurry up and let me in!"