Hong Kong film: The cop backs down, the ladies beg me to check his license.

Ye Tian's calm expression vanished instantly. His brows furrowed slightly, and he stood up to change his clothes, his tone remaining calm and unwavering.

"Tell me the details, explain the whole story clearly, and don't leave out any details."

Luo Tianhong quickly recounted the events, speaking rapidly as if afraid of omitting anything:

"Mr. Chen and Ms. Fang left our place and were about to drive back when they were stopped by Ding Xiaoxie and a group of people at the entrance of the parking lot, blocking their way."

Without saying a word, Ding Xiaoxie went up and attacked Chen Sheng, beating him up badly.

"When Miss Fang saw Mr. Chen being beaten, she immediately stepped forward to stop him and tried to pull Ding Xiaoxie away, but as a woman, she was no match for Ding Xiaoxie and could not stop him."

"Ding Xiaoxie became increasingly violent, beating Chen Sheng until his face was bruised and swollen, and blood was flowing from the corner of his mouth. He looked very miserable."

"Then, for some reason, Ding Xiaoxie seemed to have had enough of beating them, so he had his men tie them both up, forcibly put them in a car, and drove back to the Chung Ching Society headquarters in a grand procession."

While changing his clothes, Ye Tian asked:

"Is the source reliable? Are you sure it was Ding Xiaoxie who did it? You haven't made a mistake?"

Luo Tianhong quickly explained:

"The news is absolutely reliable! It was Da Tou from Causeway Bay who happened to see this scene. He was passing by the parking lot at the time and witnessed the whole thing."

"However, he was all alone at that time. Ding Xiaoxie had brought more than a dozen men with him. He dared not rush forward to stop them, fearing that he would not only fail to save the man but also get himself killed."

"So he secretly followed them, keeping up with Ding Xiaoxie's car until he confirmed that Ding Xiaoxie had taken the person to the Chung Ching Society headquarters. Only then did he quickly call me to tell me about it."

"I thought he was quite clever and reliable, so I took him under my wing. He would never lie to me."

Ye Tian nodded in satisfaction, his tone carrying a hint of approval:

"That's good. You've grown too. You know how to recognize and appoint people to good positions and how to gather capable people."

"Alright, after this is over, give Big Head a leadership position and reward him well. We owe him a lot for bringing the news in time."

"We're not like that senile old man, Little B. We reward those who make contributions and punish those who make mistakes. That's how we win people's hearts."

Luo Tianhong nodded excitedly, the panic on her face gradually fading, replaced by excitement:

"Thank you, boss! I'll definitely tell Da Tou to do his job well in the future and not let you down!"

"Boss, should we head to the Chung Ching Society headquarters to rescue them now? If we wait any longer, Mr. Chen and Miss Fang might be in danger!"

Ye Tian sneered, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes:

"Of course I'll go. Those few 'crabs' who dare to touch my people, Ding Xiaoxie, they've got some nerve."

"But before we go, we need to make a few calls to let the brothers prepare. Since we're going, we have to teach them a lesson they'll never forget, so they know that some people are not to be messed with."

"I just finished eating, so I'm not too hungry yet, but having a few crabs for a late-night snack would be pretty good."

As Ye Tian spoke, he actually picked up the phone and dialed Liang Kun's number. His tone was calm, yet it carried an undeniable force:

"Brother Kun, I'm planning to have crabs tonight, are you interested in coming?"

Ye Tian made the call around 11 p.m.

The receiver beeped seven or eight times before being answered. Huang Bingyao's voice was heavy with sleepiness, sticky and mushy like undissolved syrup, mixed with a hint of impatience at being woken up: "Feed? Who's next?"

"Good evening, Inspector Wong." Ye Tian's voice came through the electricity, clear and steady, without any discernible emotion.

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone, followed by a rustling sound of fabric, as if someone had suddenly sat up. Huang Bingyao's sleepiness vanished instantly, and his voice rose slightly, but he quickly lowered it again, adopting a familiar yet slightly probing tone: "Mr. Ye? Oh dear, so late... is it urgent?"

His heart was racing. Ye Tian rarely called him first, especially so late at night. This was unusual.

"It's not urgent," Ye Tian said casually. "It's just that there's something I wanted to thank you for in person."

"Thank me?" Huang Bingyao was even more confused, and his unease grew. "Mr. Ye, you're too kind. Between us..."

"I should thank you," Ye Tian interrupted him, his voice suddenly dropping several octaves, like the cool night breeze from outside the window, "Thank you for bringing that idiot Xiang Yan to me. This 'gift' is quite special."

Huang Bingyao felt a chill run down his spine, and the last vestiges of drowsiness vanished completely. He almost immediately recalled the awkward scene at the "Honest and Resilient" restaurant that evening. That old fox Xiang Yan had indeed gotten him into trouble!

"Misunderstanding! Mr. Ye, this is absolutely a huge misunderstanding!" Huang Bingyao's voice was filled with anxiety; he could even feel sweat beading on his forehead. "The people from the north wanted to see you today, but you're hosting a banquet for your friends in the martial arts world, and given my identity... it's really inconvenient for me to show up. That's why I asked Xiang Yan to pass on a message and act as a go-between. How was I supposed to know that old bastard... would take it upon himself to do all that? If I had known, I would have never let him go!"

He spoke quickly, his words carrying a tone of explanation, but also a hint of genuine grievance. This trouble was certainly not something he had intentionally brought upon himself.

A short, cold laugh came from the other end of the phone. "Officer Huang, that's the logic, but we江湖人 (jianghu people) sometimes don't care what you think, we only care how things happen," Ye Tian said slowly. "The result is that he ruined my perfectly good banquet today, and I'm unhappy about it. And this unhappiness needs an outlet, don't you think?"

Huang Bingyao felt a bitter taste in his mouth. He understood what Ye Tian meant—this matter arose because of your request, Huang Bingyao, so you, Huang Bingyao, have to give me an explanation, at least let me vent my anger.

"Mr. Ye, you..." Huang Bingyao sighed, his voice softening with a hint of helplessness, "Why do the sparks from your two god-like figures' fight always end up on me? I'm just a messenger..."

"Oh?" Ye Tian's voice held a hint of amusement. "It seems Inspector Wong thinks I've come to the wrong person. Fine, then from now on, if there's any trouble up north, or if I get any interesting news, it'll be more appropriate to talk to Commissioner Lam of the Hong Kong Island Regional Headquarters directly. After all, it's easier to communicate within your police force, right?"

Huang Bingyao's expression changed instantly. Ye Tian's words, though spoken lightly, felt like a stone hitting his ears. Director Lin was not in his faction. If Ye Tian bypassed him and directly connected with Director Lin, what would Huang Bingyao be in the middle? He would be in a very passive position.