Hong Kong variety show: From being bitten by a cockroach to becoming a legend

Chapter 90 Pheromones Perception

Song Zhaowen looked around, his gaze sweeping over the faces of every Zhengxing member: "All uncles and brothers, look!"

I, Song Zhaowen, here and now, declare this! The one who killed Master Fu was Yuan Qingnan of the East City Gang; I, Song Zhaowen, swear to God that I will make them pay tenfold, a hundredfold, for this blood debt; I will use their blood to appease Master Fu's spirit in heaven!

"As for the affairs of the triad—with Master Fu just passed away, according to the rules, all the uncles and members of the FIT should discuss and elect a temporary leader to handle Master Fu's funeral arrangements before discussing anything else; instead, some people are jumping out impatiently, using the banner of seeking justice for Master Fu to actually eliminate dissidents and fight for power!"

Song Zhaowen's resounding rebuttal and unequivocal declaration of revenge, coupled with his reputation for generosity and ability to gather followers, immediately shifted the balance of power in the hearts of most of the Zhengxing men present. Yes, Brother Wen may be young, but he's fair in his dealings; when it comes to making money, everyone should share. Master Fu took the blame for him, but it wasn't him who caused the trouble. Now that the enemy is still out there roaming freely, what kind of talk is it for his own people to start fighting first?

Of course, none of these are the key points. The key point is that Song Zhaowen's base of support is stable enough!

Since establishing the Wenji Group, Song Zhaowen has naturally looked down on the profits from the local territory.

All the fees collected from the venues, except for the portion handed over to the community, were distributed among the brothers.

Whether it's the 49th in Zhengxing Undersea Documents or the Blue Lanterns on the periphery, everyone gets a share and everyone gets paid.

Gangsters are all realists; they'll follow whoever offers them money.

With everyone chiming in, the vast majority of people expressed their support for Song Zhaowen.

Da Zhi Guang and Li Tianyi also noticed the change in atmosphere. Seeing that pushing further would only make them appear unreasonable and scheming, Da Zhi Guang's face turned ashen. Just as he was about to say something harsh to salvage the situation, an aged but powerful voice came from behind the crowd: "What's all the commotion? Brother Fu's body is barely cold, and you're already fighting amongst yourselves? Aren't you ashamed!"

The crowd parted, and Yuan Shu, supported by several trusted confidants, walked over shakily.

"Uncle Yuan!" Song Zhaowen quickly stepped forward and bowed slightly.

This Uncle Yuan previously helped Song Zhaowen gain his position by performing "big plays," and he was a veteran of three dynasties, with extremely high seniority.

"Ah Wen." Uncle Yuan patted Song Zhaowen's arm, his old eyes red, "Brother Fu—Brother Fu—died tragically—" He choked up before he could finish speaking.

"Uncle Yuan, please accept my condolences," Song Zhaowen said with deep sorrow. "I will definitely avenge Master Fu."

Uncle Yuan nodded, wiped away his tears, turned to Uncle Guang and Li Tianyi, and his tone suddenly turned stern: "Big Guang!"

Li Tianyi: "You two, do you think I'm dead?! Brother Fu just left, and instead of investigating the murderer and comforting your brothers, you come here to interrogate Ah Wen? Who gave you the audacity?! When Brother Fu was alive, he valued Ah Wen the most, raising him like his own son! Now that he's suffered because of Ah Wen, instead of thinking about how to avenge him, you want to use this to target Ah Wen? Do you have any humanity left?!"

Although Uncle Yuan didn't handle specific matters, his seniority and prestige were undeniable. His angry rebuke was more effective than a hundred words from Song Zhaowen himself.

Big Guang's face darkened further as he protested, "Uncle Yuan, that's not what we meant. We were just thinking of the gang, afraid—"

"What are you afraid of? Afraid that Ah-Wen will implicate the gang?" Uncle Yuan interrupted him, sneering, "I think you're afraid that Ah-Wen is getting too popular and will block your path to power! Let me tell you, Big Brother Guang, the gang has its rules. Fu-Ge's funeral arrangements haven't been taken care of, and the murderer hasn't been caught. Nobody can have any dirty thoughts, otherwise, this old man will be the first to object!"

Li Tianyi, being rather shrewd, quickly tried to smooth things over: "Uncle Xiang, please calm down. Brother Guang was just anxious and spoke a bit rashly. We're all doing this for the good of the gang. Right now, the most urgent thing is indeed to handle the aftermath and catch the murderer. Ah Wen, please don't take our bad attitude to heart." His words seemed to soften his stance, but in reality, he subtly placed the blame for being "anxious" on Uncle Guang's head, thus clearing himself of any wrongdoing.

Uncle Guang was so angry he wanted to bite his teeth, but Uncle Xiang's pressure made him lose the initiative, so he could only snort coldly and stop talking.

"Uncle Yuan, my fellow uncles and brothers," Song Zhaowen said loudly, "I will personally handle Master Fu's funeral arrangements, ensuring he departs with dignity. As for the murderer, Yuan Qingnan, please give me one day. Within one day, I will definitely find them and give Master Fu and the gang an explanation."

"Great!" Uncle Yuan was the first to respond: "Ah Wen, the whole gang supports you on this. You have to do it perfectly."

The other brothers responded enthusiastically.

Da Zhiguang and Li Tianyi exchanged a glance, both seeing apprehension and unease in each other's eyes. Song Zhaowen, far from being crushed, used this incident to further unite the people and gain more support; this was something neither of them had anticipated before arriving.

Big-Head sighed inwardly, lamenting the decline of morality; nowadays, people only associate with whoever has money.

"Since you're so confident, Song Zhaowen, then we'll wait for your news," Li Tianyi said with a forced smile. "Hopefully, you can give everyone a satisfactory explanation in a day. Otherwise—"

"Don't worry, I said it wouldn't be even an hour less per day!"

An internal turmoil has temporarily subsided. Everyone began to help clean up the scene, comfort the injured, and discuss the details of Grandpa Fu's funeral arrangements.

These trivial matters alone kept us up until the wee hours of the morning.

But Song Zhaowen's men did not leave; the office was filled with smoke.

"Boss, isn't one day too rushed? Should I have the brothers spread out?" Feiji said impatiently.

Song Zhaowen, a cigar dangling from his lips, stood by the window: "No need. This is a personal matter between me and Yuan Qingnan; besides, he's learned from his last mishap and will only hide even deeper this time. It'll be very difficult for you to find him on your own!"

"By the way, you guys should go back and get some rest; and Ah-Xiao, you'll have to work a little harder tonight about that matter."

"I know~ I heard that Big Brother Guang prepared 100,000 for each of his uncles. Shall we double that amount?"

"Ah-Xiao, if you're going to do it, be generous! Five times the amount! Get five million in cash, and tonight you'll personally visit each and every household..."

Having explained these points, Song Zhaowen said no more.

Before Feiji could say anything more, Xiao Zhuoxiao shook his head and pulled Feiji aside, whispering, "Tell Brother Wen to be quiet for a while and not bother him."

The huge office was now empty except for Song Zhaowen.

Song Zhaowen pushed open the window and stretched out his palm.

A rustling sound came from the window; a large number of cockroaches had gathered there without him noticing, climbing and converging towards his palm.

Song Zhaowen closed his eyes and felt it.

As his physical transformation deepened, he recently developed a new ability.

That's pheromone perception!

Although Yuan Qingnan left the scene immediately, he was unaware that several cockroaches had already landed on his motorcycle.

The special pheromones secreted by cockroaches acted like an invisible yet incredibly precise thread, piercing through the night and through the streets, clearly reaching Song Zhaowen's senses. This connection was incredibly mysterious, as if his extended antennae could vaguely perceive the other party's general location and movement trajectory. Although not precise enough to pinpoint a specific location, locking onto a general area was sufficient.