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

He listed them off as if they were his own treasures: "You, Ding Xiaoxie, are cold-blooded, selfish, and controlling."

"Your second brother, Ding Yixie, is impulsive, lecherous, and the most ruthless."

"Your third brother, Ding Wangxie, wears a lawyer's robe and specializes in handling your dirty business; he's a refined scoundrel."

"Your fourth brother, Ding Lixie, is a doctor by name, but he's the most vicious and has the most schemes."

Ye Tian paused, looking at Ding Xiaoxie's utterly defeated face.

"Do you think I would keep these...things, for myself, for Tingting, to create future problems?"

He stood up and gave Ding Xiaoxie one last look.

"If you have someone to blame, blame yourself. You messed with the wrong person."

"Nouveau riche like your Chung Ching Society are actually the easiest to deal with. Relying on your ruthlessness and luck, you don't care about any rules, you dare to make money from anything, and you've offended all the old-school gangs. Do you think others are afraid of you? No, they're just too lazy to deal with a bunch of mad dogs, afraid of getting splattered with blood."

"I made three phone calls tonight." Ye Tian held up three fingers. "One to my boss, Brother Kun, one to Mr. Chiang of Hung Hing, and one to Inspector Wong of the West Kowloon Headquarters."

He chuckled. "Guess what they said?"

"Brother Kun said, 'Tian, ​​someone's trying to embarrass you? Do you need any help?'"

Mr. Chiang said, "The Chung Ching Society? It should have been eliminated long ago. What kind of cooperation from Hung Hing is needed?"

"As for Inspector Wong..." Ye Tian's smile faded. "He begged me not to involve ordinary citizens, and then said that he didn't want to see Chung Ching Society again tomorrow."

Ye Tian looked down at Ding Xiaoxie, whose pupils were beginning to dilate.

"You think that kidnapping both of us and only having one of us die is enough?"

"To tell you the truth, right now, while we're talking, all the branches of the Chung Ching Society are probably quite lively. Hung Hing, Tung Sing, Sun Luen Shing, Wo Hing Shing... everyone is working together to devour you, this 'crab' that's been roaming around for so long."

"I guess... the call for help is about to reach you."

As if to prove his words—

Jingle Bell!Jingle Bell!

On the desk, the red internal telephone rang shrilly.

Ding Xiaoxie's unfocused gaze suddenly sharpened for a moment as he stared intently at the phone, making a "hoarse" sound in his throat as he struggled to move, but he didn't even have the strength to lift a finger.

Ye Tian "kindly" walked over, picked up the microphone, walked back, put the receiver to Ding Xiaoxie's ear, and even pressed the speakerphone button for him.

A panicked, tearful young male voice immediately came from inside; it was Ding Yixie:

"Big Brother! Big Brother, are you there? Help! Big Brother! They've all gone mad! All the surrounding triads have gone mad! They've all attacked! Hung Hing, Tung Sing, Sun Luen Shing, Wo Hing Shing... and Hung Tai, the Number Gang! Their people are everywhere!"

"Brother! The Crown Prince himself led his men to smash up our place! That bastard Situ Haonan is here too! We can't hold on! Our brothers are either dead or have run away... Brother! You have to think of something! What do we do?!"

The fear and despair in the voice penetrated the receiver and permeated the silent office.

Ye Tian spoke calmly into the microphone:

"Don't be afraid, go down and keep your older brother company."

Then, he hung up the phone.

Ye Tian casually tossed the microphone onto the ground next to Ding Xiaoxie and shrugged.

"See, I didn't lie to you, did I?"

Ding Xiaoxie's pupils completely lost their luster, and the last breath of life escaped from his eyes. He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, he just tilted his head and remained still.

Ye Tian stopped looking at him and turned back to Fang Ting's side.

"Alright, that's all done here." He instructed Wang Jianjun and Luo Tianhong, "Tianhong, take this 'trash' with you. Jianjun, clean up the scene, don't leave any obvious traces."

"Yes, boss," the two replied.

Luo Tianhong stepped forward and, like dragging a sack of goods, grabbed Ding Xiaoxie by the collar and dragged him out. Wang Jianjun quickly checked the office, quickly cleaned up the signs of the fight and the bloodstains, and gestured for the terrified henchmen to squat against the wall.

"Jianguo," Ye Tian said to Wang Jianguo, who was guarding outside the door, "Please take this opportunity to send Brother Tao to the hospital for a thorough check-up. Go to the private hospital that our gang frequents and find Uncle Nan's son there; it's safe there."

Wang Jianguo nodded, carefully carried the weak Chen Taotao on his back, and quickly left.

Fang Ting gripped Ye Tian's arm tightly, her face still pale, but her eyes had calmed considerably. "I...I don't want to go back by myself. I want to go with you," she said softly but firmly.

Ye Tian sighed and patted her hair: "What we're about to do isn't very pretty. Don't watch."

Fang Ting shook her head and gripped her hand even tighter: "I don't want to be separated from you again... Just a little while ago, and then..." Her voice trembled again as she recalled the fear of being kidnapped.

Looking at her stubborn yet fearful eyes, Ye Tian paused for a moment, then nodded: "Okay. Then you come with me, but don't look."

"Mmm." Fang Ting nodded vigorously.

Ye Tian then looked at Big Head, who was waiting expectantly to the side. "Big Head, drive."

Big Head immediately perked up, jogged over to get the car, and eagerly opened the car door.

The group boarded the vehicle. Ye Tian gave them a location.

The car started and quickly drove away from the Chung Ching Society headquarters building. They had just turned the corner when they heard faint, continuous sirens in the distance, growing louder as they converged towards the Chung Ching Society.

Big Head glanced in the rearview mirror, still shaken: "Brother Tian, ​​luckily we left quickly, or we would have been cornered by the police."

Luo Tianhong, in the passenger seat, scoffed, "What coincidence? It's an unspoken agreement. The police are here to cover their tracks, control the situation, and prevent it from spreading outside. We're done fighting, and they'll clean up the mess. Everyone knows it."

Big Head was stunned, his worldview seemingly shaken. Could there really be such a "tacit understanding" between the underworld and the police?

Guided by Ye Tian, ​​the car drove to a remote and desolate coastline in Kowloon. Here, far from the lights, only moonlight shone on the dark sea and rough sand, and the monotonous sound of the waves repeated endlessly.

Big Head dragged Ding Xiaoxie's body out of the trunk and threw it on the damp sand.

Looking at the dark sea and then at the corpses on the ground, Luo Tianhong asked, puzzled, "Brother Tian, ​​what are we doing here? Why not just sink them?"

Ye Tian didn't answer, but simply lit a cigarette, the embers flickering in the night.

"Wait," he said, exhaling a puff of smoke.

"Wait?" Luo Tianhong was even more puzzled.

"Hmm." Ye Tian looked at the blurry darkness where the sea and sky met, his tone calm. "When you're in this business, you have to keep your word. If you said you'd kill his whole family, you have to make sure they're all dead, not one of them missing."

Fang Ting nestled beside Ye Tian, ​​her body trembling slightly upon hearing these words. She looked up at Ye Tian; in the moonlight, his profile was clearly defined, his expression unchanging.

"Tian..." she said softly, "Really... all of it?"

Ye Tian stubbed out his cigarette, turned to look at her, his eyes appearing deep in the night.

"There are some things I didn't want to tell you before, because I was afraid you couldn't handle them." He held her hand; her hand was cold. "Do you think the Ding family still has any humanity left?"

"I won't give any other examples, I'll just talk about your family."