Chapter 108

(It's the New Year! Wishing all readers good health, family reunions, dreams coming true, and happiness and peace.)

The lobby manager and Mama-san of the Grand Palace Nightclub are quite enthusiastic.

"Call all your best girls here!"

Jing Kun waved his hand to tell the lobby manager to get lost, and shouted at the still-charming Mama-san, "I'm entertaining a guest today, don't make me lose face!"

Mama-san smiled apologetically and patted her chest confidently, "Brother Kun, don't worry. Here at the Grand Palace, we have the prettiest girls in all of Hong Kong. I guarantee Brother Kun will be satisfied!"

As she spoke, her peach-blossom eyes inadvertently swept over Wu Feng, filled with curiosity.

Wu Feng remained calm, letting Jing Kun do his thing, and signaled for his underlings to spread out, telling them not to follow too closely.

In fact, influenced by the nightclubs in Japan, the internal environment of the Grand Palace Nightclub is similar to a combination of a disco and karaoke.

The lobby on the first floor is a scene of wild dancing, with men and women shaking to the explosive music.

Looking at their attire, the men are dressed decently and clearly aren't short of money, while the women are all young, beautiful, and eye-catching.

Of course, the explosive music playing in the nightclub at this moment is not "fiery" enough for Wu Feng's ears.

To be honest, he doesn't really like such a noisy environment.

As for danger, that's not really an issue; it's just that he's used to being surrounded by his close underlings.

If he were really ambushed, not to mention his crisis intuition, his own strength alone would be enough to kill his way out.

"Let's go, let's go to a private room!"

Jing Kun waved his hand and said irritably to Wu Feng, "Let your close underlings play outside; I'll cover all the expenses, alright?"

"Look at what you're saying!"

Wu Feng said, unable to laugh or cry, "As if I don't have any money!"

Even though he said that, he still ordered his underlings to wait in the lounge outside the private room.

As for Jing Kun's reaction, he didn't take it to heart at all.

After all, when you're outside, especially in a nightclub where accidents happen frequently, being a little careful is never a mistake.

If you want to play, you can play anytime.

Playing in a nightclub on your own turf is more relaxing and secure, isn't it?

As for the bodyguard group, they are hidden in the booths on the first floor, inconspicuous yet able to support upstairs at any time, and can also block the stairwell.

There was no need to let Jing Kun know about these things.

Otherwise, it would easily lead to misunderstandings, making him think Wu Feng didn't trust him.

"You guy, I really don't know what to say!"

Jing Kun saw this, curled his lip, but didn't say much. Led by a waiter, they went directly into a luxury private room, which was fully equipped and very luxurious and impressive.

Just as they sat down on the sofa, Mama-san brought a team of pretty girls into the room.

Wu Feng didn't act coy; he directly picked two girls with pure looks and good figures, and with them in his arms, the atmosphere quickly heated up.

"That's right. When you're young, you should come out and have fun!"

Jing Kun, while exploring, lectured in the tone of an old senior, "Don't act like a monk; people who don't know might think there's something wrong with your body!"

"Brother Kun, I don't like hearing that!"

Wu Feng said irritably, "Aren't the pretty girls in your company enough to tire you out? Be careful of kidney deficiency in your prime!"

"Hey, my temper!"

Jing Kun was unhappy, pushed the girl beside him away, and shouted, "Let me tell you, I, Jing Kun, have two iron kidneys; no matter how much I exert myself, it's no problem. Why don't we have a contest!"

"Forget it, I take at least a minute for one pee!"

Wu Feng said with disdain, "Brother Kun, does your pee last even twenty seconds?"

"How is that possible?"

Jing Kun clamored, "My peeing time is definitely longer than yours!"

But any fool could see the guilty look on this guy's face when he said this.

The pretty girls left in the private room were all stunned.

They were quite curious about Wu Feng's identity, as he dared to talk to Jing Kun like that and was still fine.

If it were someone else, Jing Kun would have served them a wine bottle long ago. Don't they know that you shouldn't expose someone's shortcomings when scolding them?

Without needing Jing Kun to give a wink, the girl sitting next to Wu Feng took the initiative to snuggle up, "The boss looks very unfamiliar; why haven't I seen you before?"

"I hang out on Shanghai Street and usually don't come to Portland Street!"

Wu Feng didn't take the red wine the girl handed him, picked up the glass he had poured himself, took a sip, and then explained with a smile, "If I came here often, I'm afraid some people wouldn't be able to sit still!"

"Don't talk nonsense, kid; I'm very welcoming of you coming here to play!"

Jing Kun said irritably, "I've invited you so many times; if I hadn't caught this opportunity, you wouldn't have come!"

"Haha, I wasn't talking about you, Brother Kun, don't be so anxious!"

Wu Feng laughed and said, "I was talking about Hall Master Long Gen of Wo Shing!"

"So it's Long Gen!"

Jing Kun laughed, "That guy's strength is indeed not very good!"

"You don't know, Wo Shing's territory on Portland Street is being squeezed by United and is having a very hard time!"

"It can't be, is United that strong?"

Wu Feng asked in surprise, "It's just that I don't want to trigger a gang war; otherwise, I could have beaten the United Red Pole on Xintian Street so badly before the New Year that even their mother wouldn't recognize them!"

"You kid, don't compare your situation with others!"

Jing Kun was speechless and said irritably, "United specializes in the 'blue' business. In a place like Portland Street, United's power is quite strong; even I have to be three points wary!"

"Recently, there's a guy in United named Hua Fu who is quite prominent; he's a real underworld tough guy!"

While they were talking, a commotion came from outside.

Wu Feng subconsciously looked at the door. Damn, is the soundproofing of the Grand Palace Nightclub's private room this bad?

Just then, the tightly closed door was pushed open by force, and a few people walked in.

The man in the lead was tall and strong, and the peach-blossom tattoo on his arm was particularly eye-catching.

His face was rebellious, and his sharp gaze made him seem like someone not to be trifled with.

"Hua Fu, what are you doing? Are you looking for death?"

Jing Kun's face turned livid, and he pointed at the big man who had entered and scolded, "Get out of here!"

Damn, so this guy is United's Hua Fu. Speak of the devil and he appears.

Wu Feng sat still, but a slight smile hung on the corner of his mouth.

He casually comforted the two girls beside him, feeling it was quite interesting.

It was rare for Jing Kun to invite him out for fun; if he were to be denied face like this, how could he hang out with Wu Feng in the future? His face would be swollen from the slapping.

"Brother Kun, what do you mean by this?"

Hua Fu's face was ugly, and he said irritably, "The Grand Palace Nightclub is United's turf!"

"Didn't I hear that Brother Kun came to play, so I wanted to say hello?"

As soon as the words fell, only a few muffled thuds were heard, accompanied by shrill screams. In the blink of an eye, the few underlings Hua Fu brought were all knocked to the ground, leaving only Hua Fu standing.

"Who, who are you people?"

Looking at the fighters surrounding him, Hua Fu's face turned pale.

His underlings were not made of paper and could be considered quite capable of fighting, but they were taken down by the fighters before him in just a few moves. He had no confidence in breaking out at all.

"Brother Kun, what do you think?"

Wu Feng asked with a smile. It felt quite interesting to encounter such a thing the first time he came out to play.

It had a bit of the "protagonist goes out, must encounter trouble" vibe.

"Hey, what a mood-killer!"

Jing Kun slammed his wine glass onto the coffee table and said irritably, "Is this United's turf? Then let's give United some face. Feng Zai, what do you think?"

"Let's do as Brother Kun says!"

Wu Feng stood up and left the private room with Jing Kun, not even looking at Hua Fu.

When the fighters surrounding him left, Hua Fu finally let out a long sigh of relief. His clothes were already soaked with cold sweat, and his legs were weak; he didn't even have the strength to move.

Seeing the girls left in the private room scared into silence like quails, he said irritably, "What are you all staring at? Why don't you help me over to rest for a bit?"

The girls hurriedly helped Hua Fu sit on the sofa. At this time, Mama-san rushed over and asked hurriedly, "Brother Hua Fu, Jing Kun said their bill is on you!"

"Hmph, put their expenses on my tab!"

Hua Fu's face was ugly, but he still accepted it firmly. This matter was his fault to begin with.

He was too reckless. He didn't expect Jing Kun to have so many powerful fighters with him. Wait, that's not right.

"Do you know what the background of that young man with Jing Kun is?"

Hua Fu considered himself to know Jing Kun well. This guy was arrogant, but when he went out to play, he didn't bring many underlings—four at most.

There was no other reason; the expenses were too high.

Jing Kun, as the boss, was having fun, and the brothers serving as close underlings naturally had to be taken care of.

In high-end consumption places like the Grand Palace Nightclub, the appearance fees for the girls are not low.

Coupled with Jing Kun's polite attitude toward the young man, it was clear that the young man was not simple.

Mama-san shook her head, indicating she didn't know. However, the girl who had been drinking and playing with Wu Feng hesitated and said, "We don't know his name either, we only heard him say he hangs out on Shanghai Street!"

"Shanghai Street?"

Hua Fu muttered to himself, and suddenly his body shook. He subconsciously said, "Hong Hing Sai Kung Hall Master, Wu Feng!"

Speaking of which, Hong Hing's strength in Mong Kok absolutely tops all Hong Kong gangs.

There is no other reason; it's mainly because two Hong Hing Hall Masters moved into Mong Kok at once.

Not to mention Mong Kok Hall Master Jing Kun; this guy's strength is one of the best among all Hong Hing Hall Masters, otherwise, he wouldn't be able to sit firmly in the position of Mong Kok Hall Master.

What's strange is that a Sai Kung Hall Master also moved into Shanghai Street.

The combined power of the two Hall Masters is absolutely the number one gang force in Mong Kok.

Especially this newly joined Hong Hing Sai Kung Hall Master, whose style of conduct is quite low-key; he almost never participates in normal gang activities and is a quite strange freak.

It's just heard that the fighters under him are particularly good at fighting; even the recently famous Dongxing Kele couldn't beat the Red Pole Zhang Yong under the Sai Kung Hall Master.

What the underworld peers talk about most is that this guy seems particularly afraid of death, always bringing at least six close fighters whenever he goes out. That young man was definitely him.

Damn, what bad luck. I went out and ran into two Hong Hing Hall Masters.

Fortunately, the Grand Palace Nightclub is United's turf; if it were anywhere else, I might have had to lie in the hospital for a while.

(End of chapter)