Chapter 2: Guanzaisen: I Want to Ride the Dragon and Face the Enemy!

To say he wasn't depressed would be a lie.

His predecessor originally had a bright future; even if he failed the military academy exam, he could have easily entered a public institution after returning home and operating properly. Instead, he was forced to join a Hong Kong society.

Even the Wu Feng who transmigrated from the future wasn't happy. As a professional web novelist with some ability, it wouldn't have been difficult to become a wealthy cultural celebrity in Hong Kong in the mid-eighties.

This was the golden age for newspapers publishing novels; people surnamed Ni could reach 500 or even 1,000 per thousand characters, with peak rates of several yuan per character. Even slightly famous writers could reach 200-300 per thousand characters, not to mention royalties after publication.

For someone used to updating two or three million characters a year, it was like robbing a bank.

He was confident he could become a millionaire in just one year and become a cultural celebrity!

Unfortunately, it was too late to say anything now. Fortunately, he still had his golden finger for comfort.

With a thought, a virtual panel appeared before his eyes, the information clear at a glance.

Military combat arts, Hard Qigong, and basic tactical command—three skills, followed by experience bars like health bars.

The experience bars for the first two were nearly half full, which only meant the upper limits of these two skills weren't high.

As for basic tactical command, it was at a pitiful level of about 15%.

Without clear numbers, he could only analyze by comparing the lengths of the health and experience bars.

Besides that, perhaps due to the soul fusion, his memory had greatly increased; while not quite photographic, it was close, and his mind was exceptionally sharp.

However, he had discovered the golden finger too recently and needed time to explore its specific functions.

Fortunately, his mood had completely stabilized; what else could he do?

Zhong Ye of Hong Yi had also heard that Wu Feng had been a soldier in the Mainland, which was why he had immediately made him and his cousin Four-Nines of Hong Yi without a second thought.

It was no wonder; in the eighties, People's Liberation Army soldiers definitely possessed considerable personal combat power.

In fact, Wu Feng had indeed learned many life-saving skills during his time in the army.

Military combat arts and Hard Qigong were learned in the army, while basic tactical command was learned by seizing opportunities to ask experienced veterans for advice because he wanted to take the military academy exam.

Due to his age, although he participated in the Two Mountains Battle, he was assigned to the logistics wartime hospital guard unit, where he could frequently see wounded grassroots commanders.

As long as their temperaments weren't particularly bad, he could always learn something useful if he found the chance.

Piecing it all together, he had managed to grasp the rough basics of grassroots tactical command.

The aging van wobbled its way to the bustling Mong Kok and stopped in front of a mahjong parlor on Shanghai Street. Wu Feng tossed 100 Hong Kong dollars to the driver, braced himself, and pushed the door open to get out.

At the entrance, a sturdy youth in a short-sleeved floral shirt was leaning against a chair, puffing away. Seeing Wu Feng, he immediately said, "A-Feng, has Auntie left?"

"She's already safely on the train and gone!"

Waving to indicate he didn't smoke, Wu Feng let out a long sigh of relief and chuckled, "From now on, we brothers must make a name for ourselves; otherwise, it won't be easy to repay the Big Brother's favor!"

These words were naturally meant for those who might be listening; he still understood basic human relations.

"What are you talking about, kid? Just working hard is the best repayment!"

The glass door of the three-story mahjong parlor was pushed open, and Zhong Ye, the 50-year-old Spokesperson of the Hong Yi Society, who was of medium build but already paunchy, walked out under the protection of several brothers.

Seeing Wu Feng, he asked happily, "A-Feng, have the family matters been arranged?"

"Big Brother, they've been arranged!"

Wu Feng, speaking in somewhat broken Cantonese, said directly, "If there's anything you need, Big Brother, just give the order. I will definitely do whatever I can!"

"Oh, is this a play?"

Just then, a harsh voice came from the street: "There seems to be a scene like this on TV, what's it called? Oh, right, 'The Sovereign and Subject in Harmony'!"

Everyone looked toward the sound and saw a sturdy man with bulging muscles, surrounded by a dozen underlings, walking over with an arrogant, swaggering gait.

"Bah, what kind of trash is this!"

A disgusting glob of phlegm was spat directly onto the ground in front of Zhong Ye's feet.

Wu Feng immediately flashed in front of Zhong Ye and gave his cousin a look: Get ready to grab your weapons!

"Don't be nervous. He wouldn't dare cause trouble here in broad daylight!"

Zhong Ye patted Wu Feng on the shoulder, then looked at the newcomer with great hostility, sneering, "Guanzaisen, what do you want?"

"Nothing, just wanted to see if you old fart had died yet!"

Guanzaisen laughed loudly, his demeanor extremely arrogant, pointing at Zhong Ye with disdain: "Old thing, have you thought it through? Once the deadline is up, I'm coming to take it myself!"

"Hmph, keep dreaming if you want this mahjong parlor!"

Zhong Ye's old face turned black with anger, and he sneered, "If you have the ability, come and take it. Stop your yapping!"

"Heh, looks like you old fart won't shed tears until you see the coffin!"

Guanzaisen's eyes flashed with fierce light, his gaze at Zhong Ye chillingly cold, his mouth curling to reveal two rows of white teeth: "I hope you old fart can keep being this brave!"

Having said that, he swaggered away with his equally arrogant underlings.

The area in front of the mahjong parlor fell into a heavy silence. Zhong Ye's close guards all looked ugly, but remained silent, showing traces of fear.

Wu Feng and his cousin looked at each other, thinking that Zhong Ye was too tolerant.

That guy Guanzaisen was practically riding on their heads to defecate, and they should have just fought him right then.

The guy's nickname was the same as a big shot from Wo Shing in a certain movie; it was truly a sight to behold.

"Gangzai, and A-Feng!"

After a long while, Zhong Ye finally broke the heavy silence, looking directly at the cousins and saying in a deep voice, "If you two brothers can solve the Guanzaisen problem, the branch will promote you immediately!"

"Really?"

Huang Wengang was excited, urging, "I'll go do it tonight!"

"Hmm, let me see what you're capable of!"

Having said that, he turned and left under the protection of his guards.

Wu Feng, however, keenly noticed a trace of craftiness in Zhong Ye's eyes as he left.

His heart sank; it seemed things definitely weren't as simple as they appeared.

"A-Feng, let's go back and prepare properly!"

His cousin Huang Wengang was impatient, laughing, "I didn't expect the chance to move up to come so soon!"

"Don't be in such a hurry. Let's get the situation clear first!"

Wu Feng ignored his cousin's impatience and said in a deep voice, "Cousin, you go find someone to understand the situation, especially the background of that Guanzaisen, and it's best to get clear on his conflict with Big Brother!"

"A-Feng, aren't you being too cautious?"

His cousin said dismissively, "As long as we brothers cut down that bastard Guanzaisen, why go to all this trouble?"

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 3 =====