Hong Kong film: People in Wo Luen Shing, summoning the King of Fighters.

"Uncle Seven Fingers".

Chen Jialuo didn't know which one was Uncle Seven Fingers, so he called out to him.

Immediately afterwards, an old man greeted him with a smile, "Hey, Jialuo."

There aren't many people who can still call him Jia Luo now.

Goro Daimon wanted to curse, but Chen Jialuo glared at him and stopped him.

He's an old man, he deserves respect. Besides, this Uncle Seven Fingers is quite familiar with Deng Wei.

"Uncle Seven Fingers".

Chen Jialuo laughed and called out again, then the four of them sat down.

"Uncle Seven Fingers, Grandpa has been thinking about you a lot. I wonder how your health is?"

Uncle Seven Fingers laughed and said, "Thank you, thank you. I'm so sorry that I didn't go back to Hong Kong to pay my respects when Grandpa Li passed away."

Grandpa Li is an uncle of Lian Sheng.

Deng Wei, Uncle Seven Fingers, and Grandpa Li are very close friends.

Looking at Uncle Seven's ill-fitting suit and the way he carefully protected it, Chen Jialuo secretly made a guess.

Uncle Seven Fingers lived so fast, he didn't quite understand.

The Netherlands is known as a haven for gangsters in Europe, and some members of the Wo Shing triad made a fortune there when they started their business. So how did he end up like this after staying in the Netherlands?

"It's good that Grandpa said no, so we don't have to be too sad," Chen Jialuo said. "After living here for so long, are you still managing?"

Let's see how this guy answers.

Uncle Seven Fingers said, "Fortunately, I've earned enough money before, so I have no worries about life."

Chen Jialuo saw the finger cot on Uncle Seven's hand and said with a smile, "These three fingers were cut off for Grandpa. Grandpa often reminded me to respect my teachers. That saying will never be outdated."

Upon hearing this, Uncle Seven Fingers' expression clearly improved.

Once the food was served and we started eating, he began to talk a lot.

"Three Hong Kong godfathers emerged from the Netherlands. The first one was Fire Kirin, as everyone knows. He was eventually killed by a hail of bullets."

"It's just a nickname. Anyone who's been around knows that, even a short mule. 210," said Goro Daimon while eating peanuts.

Uncle Seven Fingers chuckled, "Right now, the best-performing one is Camel from Tung Sing, followed by Jiang Tiansheng. Camel's luck is good, and Jiang Tiansheng..."

Only by being truly capable can you compete with others.

“They’ve all gone to Hong Kong. Now this place belongs to you old folks,” Chen Jialuo said.

"No, we're too old to work as hard as young people now," Uncle Seven Fingers said with a smile, shaking his head.

At this moment, another elderly man with gray hair at the table spoke up.

"You're not old, how do you age if you keep going around having women milk your cows?"

Everyone laughed.

As the group came out of the restaurant, they ran into seven or eight East Asian young men skateboarding, all looking nonchalant and like gangsters.

"You little bastard, I'll beat you to death!"

Uncle Seven Fingers suddenly sighed, "Times have changed. Just like these kids, they probably can't even speak Chinese. Things were better ten or twenty years ago, when Chinese people were so united."

Chapter 198 The older one gets in the martial arts world, the more timid one becomes.

"Hmm," Chen Jialuo hummed in response.

Back then, disunity could mean certain death.

After parting ways with Uncle Seven Fingers, Chen Jialuo took Shiranui Mai and the others shopping. They bought a lot of things, and when they came back, they sat on a ferry boat, swaying back and forth.

Suddenly, Chen Jialuo asked about Mai Shiranui.

Do you know how many rivers there are in the Netherlands?

Mai Shiranui fiddled with her new clothes, "You don't know."

“2500 rivers! The whole of the Netherlands is below the horizon, and those walls are what keep the water from flowing over.”

Goro Daimon said, "I just wanted to see a windmill, but I didn't see one."

“Times have changed. We used to rely on that to fetch water, but we don’t do that anymore. Have you heard a little story about that?” Chen Jialuo asked.

"Isn't it just that he was a little kid, and during a heavy rain, there was a hole in the wall, and he used his fingers to plug it all night, saving the whole village?"

Chen Jialuo lit a cigarette. "Now there's a hole in our network too, and it's up to you to plug it."

From the moment he arrived in the Netherlands and got off the train, he clearly felt someone following him. But he didn't know their purpose, so he ignored it and let the staff at Wo Luen Shing follow him.

It was Deng Wei who specifically told him to have Brother Fu investigate. But he didn't really trust Brother Fu, so he sent Daimon Goro instead.

"Understood, I'll go right away."

The boat docked at the shore, and Goro Daimon disembarked first. Chen Jialuo, Mai Shiranui, and Ryuji Yamazaki boarded the boat and headed to another location.

Ryuji Yamazaki said, "Brother Luo, have you noticed that the seven-point index seems a bit off?"

“I know, that’s why I asked Brother Fu to investigate,” Chen Jialuo said.

"Who is Afu?" Mai Shiranui asked.

“It’s one of our people here with Lian Sheng. I can’t let them lead me by the nose, so I don’t trust this person either. Let Daimon Goro investigate.”

"Where do we go now?" Mai Shiranui asked. "Back to the hotel?"

"No, go to the address that Uncle Seven Fingers gave me."

Half an hour later, the river narrowed, with boats moored on both banks, allowing only one boat to pass at a time. The boats were fully equipped with all necessary supplies.

"We've arrived." The boatman stopped. "If you're looking for Uncle Seven Fingers, he lives over there."

He spoke to Chen Jialuo in somewhat broken Mandarin.

Chen Jialuo, along with Mai Shiranui and Ryuji Yamazaki, boarded the ship.

Uncle Seven Fingers was stunned when he saw Chen Jialuo and the others. He couldn't believe his eyes. When he realized they were really there, he felt a sense of inferiority and wanted to run away.

Then came a sense of relief, and finally they came forward.

"This is called a whole-house boat. You don't have to pay rent. We took it back."

He led Chen Jialuo and the others into the cabin. Inside, the highest point was 1.8 meters, while the lowest point was only 1.5 meters. One had to bend over and stoop to walk.

This put the 1.91-meter-tall Yamazaki Ryuji in a very difficult position.

Chen Jialuo immediately said, "You wait outside."

Ryuji Yamazaki chuckled, "Okay, Brother Luo."

Chen Jialuo and Mai Shiranui sat down in the chairs.

Uncle Seven Fingers poured two cups of tea for them.

"Thank you, Uncle Seven Fingers."

Uncle Seven Fingers chuckled, then suddenly said, "So? Do you think I'm useless?"

It's really useless. After all this hard work, I'm still living in this dilapidated dock when I'm old.

I really don't know how you ended up like this. Deng Wei was doing incredibly well in Hong Kong, living in a mansion and managing tens of thousands of men. And here you are, living a penniless retirement life.

He thought this in his heart, but showed no sign of it on his face.

"It's normal for people to become more timid as they get older in the martial arts world."

Uncle Seven Fingers smiled and said, "When we Chinese came to the Netherlands in the past, we didn't run restaurants. Guess what we did?"

"Selling flour?" Chen Jialuo asked without hesitation.

“Yes, he sold heroin here and could still go out and have fun on weekends and holidays. Your grandpa did everything back then, but he just wouldn’t touch heroin. I didn’t stop him from going back to Hong Kong. Looking back now, it was really the right thing to do.”

Uncle Seven Fingers sighed deeply when he recalled the past.

"Judging from that, you must be doing quite well," Chen Jialuo said, a cigarette dangling from his lips.

“Our territory has been taken away from us old ghosts.” Uncle Seven Fingers’ smile vanished.

“You can go back to Hong Kong,” Chen Jialuo said.

For the sake of the past, Deng Wei will take care of you in your old age. It's much better here than here.

“Go back to Hong Kong? Haha, I have no children, no relatives, what would I do back there? It’s much better here. I can do some temporary work when I have time.” Uncle Seven Fingers laughed (impressive), “Even if I don’t do temporary work, I can still earn more than 2000 yuan.”

“That’s over 1 Hong Kong dollars,” Chen Jialuo said.

At that time, over HK$10,000 a month was very good. The lowest-paid workers would only earn a maximum of HK$7,000 or 8,000 a month.

“The smartest thing about welfare states like this is that they raise lazybones.” Uncle Seven Fingers pointed to the green potted plant behind Chen Jialuo.

The leaves of the potted plant resemble a hand.

"These twisted dough sticks have been legalized, hahaha."