Chapter 3: Talking About Loyalty in the Jianghu? Are You Brain-Dead?

By evening, Huang Wengang returned to their rented room with a dark face; where was the excitement from before?

The two-bedroom apartment was over thirty square meters in total, but the rent was over two thousand.

By now, Wu Feng had prepared a simple meal: a pot of rice, two plates of hearty cold meat dishes, and two bottles of iced beer on the side.

Seeing his cousin's ugly expression, he invited him to sit and eat, saying directly, "The information you gathered isn't very good, is it?"

"Not just not good, it's deadly!"

Huang Wengang slammed his bowl onto the small dining table, annoyed, "Is Zhong Ye senile? He didn't even give us a heads-up; we almost made a huge mistake!"

"Tell me about it. I can help analyze the situation!"

Wu Feng had expected this, eating while he spoke.

"A-Feng, you don't know. Guanzaisen is a newly risen Red Pole of Wo Shing and the head horse under Mong Kok Hall Master Long Gen. Once we brothers do him in, the consequences will be unimaginable!"

Huang Wengang shoveled rice into his mouth while complaining, "We probably won't even be able to stay in Hong Kong; we'll have to run to Thailand!"

"Then why did Guanzaisen clash with Zhong Ye? Did Wo Shing set its sights on Hong Yi's territory?"

Wu Feng thought to himself that it really was Guanzaisen of Wo Shing, but it didn't stir much of a ripple in him.

Although he hadn't been in Hong Konglong, he had seen familiar names like Cheng Shilong and Hong Xinbao in the newspapers, confirming this was the real world.

It might be mixed with some Hong Kong movie plots, but it had little to do with him right now.

It wasn't as useful as the real-world things he knew, which could at least help him get rich!

"That's not it!"

Huang Wengang shook his head, "Guanzaisen has his eye on Zhong Ye's mahjong parlor and wants to force a low-price acquisition!"

"Not only that, he also wants the guarding rights for the other mahjong parlors in our territory!"

"That's one of Hong Yi's most stable sources of income. If that's gone, it'll be hard to even pay the monthly wages for us Four-Nines, and Hong Yi won't be far from breaking up!"

"How did Zhong Ye react? There must have been a conflict already, right?"

Wu Feng guessed, "I suppose Hong Yi suffered a big loss?"

"A-Feng, how did you know? Truly, scholars are different!"

Huang Wengang praised, "When we first joined Hong Yi, Bao Ge, a Red Pole under Zhong Ye, was beaten into a severe disability during a one-on-one with Guanzaisen a few days ago. His future days will be tough!"

"What are you thinking? Guanzaisen bullied us to our faces today, and Zhong Ye didn't even explode!"

Wu Feng said irritably, "And he wants us two newcomers to do the job. Either he wants us to die, or the society has no capable fighters left!"

Hearing Wu Feng's analysis, Huang Wengang's face looked terrible, and he asked instinctively, "A-Feng, what do you think Zhong Ye's intentions are?"

Wu Feng didn't answer directly, waiting until they had finished most of the meal before saying quietly, "If we do the job, and Zhong Ye hands us over, do you think Wo Shing will keep chasing us?"

"That's impossible, Zhong Ye wouldn't do such a thing!"

Huang Wengang said decisively, "If that news got out, who would follow Zhong Ye in the future?"

"If the society and the foundation are about to be lost, why care about that?"

Wu Feng laughed, "Drag it out for a day, and if he's even more ruthless, he'll just sell the society and its assets for a good price and go abroad to enjoy his retirement!"

"Besides, we brothers have only known Zhong Ye for a few days. What kind of friendship could we have?"

"He's a Spokesperson; you think he talks about loyalty with bottom-tier Four-Nines like us? You've watched too many novels and TV shows!"

"That's not right!"

Huang Wengang reacted, suspicious, "A-Feng, you seem very familiar with the working style of society bosses?"

"Heh, I heard it from my elders and analyzed it based on the current situation!"

Wu Feng said irritably, "My hometown is a land terminal connecting the Guangdong-Hankou Railway!"

"Before liberation, casinos, brothels, and opium dens were everywhere, so naturally there was no shortage of vicious gang members. As long as the elders lived long enough, they naturally understood the situation back then!"

"So that's it!"

Huang Wengang finally realized, his face turning ugly, "Then what should we do next?"

"Zhong Ye has already given the order; we brothers can't not do it. Otherwise, we won't be able to mix in Hong Yi, and we might even be used as scapegoats by Zhong Ye!"

"Don't be in a hurry!"

Involving his own safety, Wu Feng didn't dare to be negligent, saying in a deep voice, "Can you find out the situation of all the societies in Mong Kok, as well as the industries they manage?"

"That's no problem, it won't even take a day!"

Huang Wengang said confidently, "But we can't drag it out, or it won't be easy to answer to Zhong Ye!"

Bottom-tier hoodlums rarely think about keeping secrets for their society's industries or managed venues; they even wish they could broadcast their prestige to the whole world.

Seeing it was getting dark outside, Huang Wengang helped wash the dishes, stuffed some money in his pocket, and left the room in a hurry to gather information.

On the other side, in a private room at the Grand Palace Nightclub on Portland Street, Zhong Ye, who was drinking happily while holding two beauties, laughed lightly after hearing the report: "Those two kids have some brains, knowing to scout before acting!"

He tossed the matter aside; they were just two expendable kids, not worth wasting much thought on.

As for the threat from Wo Shing Red Pole Guanzaisen, how could it compare to enjoying the moment?

In fact, Guanzaisen had been waiting at the nightclub he guarded, waiting for Hong Yi to send someone to do the job.

If he had absolutely no brains, he would have been dead on the street long ago; how could he have become a Wo Shing Red Pole?

Unfortunately, he waited and waited, but no one came. By dawn, he couldn't help but curse: "It seems that old fart from Hong Yi is completely finished. Don't blame me for not giving face!"

"Tell the brothers to rest well during the day; we'll go out to do the job tonight!"

The underlings, who had been drowsy, immediately scattered; the taste of waiting all night was not pleasant.

On this side, Wu Feng got up early to practice a set of military combat arts on the rooftop, followed by a round of Hard Qigong, before leisurely going downstairs for breakfast.

He happened to run into his cousin Huang Wengang, whose eyes were bloodshot, clearly having not slept all night.

"Eat breakfast first before talking about anything else!"

Waving to indicate his cousin shouldn't be anxious, filling their stomachs was the priority regardless of anything else.

Wu Feng knew that hoodlums like them could fight with other society members at any time. Without good physical strength, that was simply looking for death.

After breakfast, the two brothers didn't rush to the branch to clock in, but returned to the room to analyze the information Huang Wengang had gathered to see if there was anything they could use.

Just then, Third Uncle called from the provincial capital, saying he had successfully picked up his mother and was about to transfer to the train back to their hometown county, telling him not to worry.

Wu Feng was completely relieved; now he could let go and have a big go at it in Hong Kong.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 4 =====