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

Fang Ting talked a lot, but the Ding family's fate was just the beginning. What followed was more about family matters, Aunt Ling, Fang Fang, Fang Min, Fang Zhanbo, her recent work, and... Ye Tian.

Ye Tian could sense that as she poured out her heart, her emotions gradually calmed down. The excitement of avenging her great enemy and the deep sorrow she held seemed to dissipate with her words and the cigarettes.

"Don't worry, Tingting," Ye Tian said after she finished speaking, "I know where your older brother, older sister, and younger sister are. I will arrange suitable jobs for them or help them solve some difficulties. At least, I will make sure they can live a stable life."

He didn't promise to do everything, but he pledged to provide the necessary support and protection. That was enough for the Fang family.

Fang Ting nodded emphatically and leaned on him reliably.

The paper money had burned out, and the incense and candles were about to go out. Fang Ting had been squatting for too long, and when she stood up, her legs went numb, and she swayed. Ye Tian caught her in time and picked her up in his arms.

"Dad, we'll come to see you another day." Fang Ting waved to the tombstone.

Ye Tian carried her and strode towards the car parked outside the cemetery. Luo Tianhong and the others quickly followed.

Back at their lodgings on Victoria Peak, Ye Tian told everyone, "We have the morning off tomorrow, so we'll come back in the afternoon."

The crowd responded and left.

Only the two of them remained in the room. Fang Ting suddenly felt a little shy, her cheeks flushing slightly.

Ye Tian looked at her and smiled: "Do you know why it's rare for any of the seven of them to come to my place alone to spend the night?"

Fang Ting gently punched him: "Why bring this up now..."

"It's better to be clear." Ye Tian said seriously, then picked her up and carried her towards the bathroom, "so you won't have any complaints later."

The bathroom was filled with steam. Fang Ting couldn't contain her curiosity and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

As Ye Tian helped her rinse the sand from her hair, he sighed, his tone a mix of pride and helplessness: "Because... they just can't handle it all by themselves."

Fang Ting didn't understand at first, blinked, and when she realized what was happening, her face turned bright red, and she turned around and tried to run away.

Ye Tian wasn't about to let her escape. With her warm, soft body in his arms, and having just gone through thick and thin together, their love was still strong. With a gentle pull, he drew her back into his embrace.

What followed was perfectly logical. The sound of gurgling water masked the gradually quickening breaths and low murmurs.

Once everything calmed down, Fang Ting was so exhausted she didn't even want to move a finger and fell into a deep sleep. Ye Tian, ​​however, was still full of energy; this could be considered one of the "side effects" of transmigrating—his physique had been strengthened a bit too much.

He took a shower, went back to bed, and hugged Fang Ting, preparing to rest. Just then, the familiar notification sound that only he could hear rang in his mind right on time.

His mind stirred slightly, and his consciousness sank in.

[Ding! Today's 'Prophet' information has been updated.]

[Economy (Gold Level): To escape its economic predicament, the US has officially decided to adopt "shock therapy" and plans to invite the theory's founder to personally oversee the process. Global capital markets are poised for a period of extreme volatility.]

[Politics (Gold Level): The Anglo-Saxon alliance is accelerating its ideological infiltration and evolution strategy towards the polar bear.]

[Criminal (Gold Level): An international broker named "George" expresses surprise and regret over the downfall of the Chung Ching Society, having previously held the Ding brothers in high regard for their "daring." Be aware of his potential future actions.]

Ye Tian looked at the third message, then at Fang Ting sleeping soundly in his arms, and shook his head helplessly.

So, without a specific "female protagonist" around to trigger events, the amount of important information that appears is pitifully small? This system is really a bit "snobbish".

However, with so much happening today, he is indeed exhausted. Let's save this information for tomorrow to process.

He closed his eyes, held the person in his arms tightly, and soon fell asleep as well.

While they slept peacefully, no one in the underworld of Hong Kong could sleep that night.

Xiang Yan, the leader of Xinji, was woken up by a phone call. When he heard the news that "Zhongqing Society was uprooted overnight, and all five crabs of the Ding family have disappeared, suspected of being thrown into the sea," he was stunned for a full half minute before suddenly sitting up in bed.

"Are you sure? Is it that Chung Ching Society? The Ding brothers' group?" He asked repeatedly, unable to believe it.

The informant's tone on the other end of the phone was certain: "Brother Yan, it's absolutely true! It's all over the underworld! Several major gangs acted simultaneously—Hung Hing, Tung Sing, Sun Luen Shing, and Wo Hing Shing are all involved! Chung Ching Society's territory was wiped out in two hours! Those five from the Ding family—they've disappeared without a trace, neither alive nor dead. They're all saying they were taken to be fed to the fish!"

Xiang Yan gripped the microphone, his brows furrowed deeply. The Zhongqing Society, that nouveau riche gang that had risen rapidly in recent years, acting arrogantly and breaking the rules—it was gone just like that? So quickly?

What welled up in his heart was not sympathy, but a chill and a trace of... annoyance at being excluded.

Xinji was an established triad, valuing rules and stability, and looked down on the Zhongqing Society, a "hothead" that broke the rules. But despite their disdain, this alliance of multiple triads "taking advantage" of each other's territory was a major event in the underworld, a symbol of power and status. How could Xinji, a prominent and influential gang, not be invited to participate? And without even a prior warning?

This is not just a matter of being ostracized.

Xiang Yan's mind raced. Xinji's territory bordered Zhongqing Society's. This time, other gangs were dividing up Zhongqing Society, but Xinji stood by and did nothing. What signal did this send?

Is it that the New Journalists Association is too weak to participate in such a "feast"? Or is there some kind of collusion between the New Journalists Association and the Chung Ching Society, making it inconvenient for them to take action? Regardless of the speculation, it is a blow to the New Journalists Association's voice and status!

"What exactly is the reason? How did the Zhongqing Society suddenly incur public wrath?" Xiang Yan muttered to himself, utterly perplexed. The Zhongqing Society had been rampant for quite some time, so why was it specifically tonight, in such a thunderous manner, that it was wiped out?

He paced restlessly in the room, thinking for a long time before suddenly slapping his forehead: "How stupid of me! I should have just asked!"

He immediately dialed the phone number of "Master Shen," a senior figure in the Hexingsheng family. Master Shen was of high seniority, well-informed, and also involved in the operation.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Xiang Yan cut to the chase: "Master, with such a large-scale operation tonight, why the sudden attack on the Zhongqing Society?"

The old man chuckled on the other end of the phone: "It's not sudden, I've been wanting to deal with them for a while now. Those few crabs have been running rampant and breaking so many rules. It's time to clean house long ago."

"Then why tonight?" Xiang Yan pressed.

"We have to thank Yip Tin of Hung Hing for this." The old man said in a calm tone, "That brat Ting Hau-hai was blind. He kidnapped Yip Tin's woman and his manager. Could Yip Tin tolerate that? Once he started, everyone naturally followed suit. He went with the flow and got the job done."

"Ye Tian?" Xiang Yan was taken aback, recalling the unpleasantness at the "Honest" restaurant that evening, his heart skipped a beat, "Just because of him?"

"It's all because of him," Master Shen affirmed. "The bottom line in the underworld is that one shouldn't harm family members. Ding Xiaoxie crossed that line, and it's perfectly reasonable for Ye Tian to demand an explanation. Besides, everyone has wanted to take down the Chung Ching Society for a long time, but they lacked a leader and a suitable excuse. Ye Tian provided that, it's that simple."

Xiang Yan felt a mix of emotions. He tentatively said, "So that's how it is... We at Xinji would like to participate in such a major event, to rid the martial arts world of this scourge, but it seems no one has informed us?"

After a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone, Master Shen's tone became somewhat subtle: "Your new reporters...didn't get a heads-up?"

Xiang Yan understood the implication in his words and deliberately sighed, "Perhaps Ye Tian has some issues with me. I might have said a few things he didn't like at the restaurant tonight."

The old man laughed again, but this time there was a different meaning to his laughter: "Xiang Sheng, I heard that you gave Ye Tian a little 'tips' in front of everyone at the dinner table tonight?"

Xiang Yan felt a little awkward: "Master, we are the seniors. If we see that the juniors are not doing something right, it is only for their own good."

"Of course, it's fine for a senior to give advice to a junior," Master Shen said slowly. "However, it depends on the occasion and the relationship. Ye Tian is a branch leader of Hung Hing, and you are the head of Sun Kee. You are neither his boss nor his uncle. In a situation where you have backbone, in front of so many fellow江湖 (jianghu, the martial arts world) members... it's not appropriate for you to speak like that."

Xiang Yan looked somewhat embarrassed: "Master, I'm the head of the new gang, what's wrong with me saying a few words to a mere twenties-old hall master?"

The old man retorted, "Then do you dare go to the headquarters of the Loyalty and Righteousness Trust and, in front of Lian Haolong, give Lian Haodong a couple of 'advices' like that?"

Xiang Yan was speechless. Zhong Yixin and his gang were lunatics; how could he possibly do something so stupid?

The old man said no more, only leaving behind the words: "Xiang Sheng, Ye Tian is only twenty years old this year. Think about some things yourself. I have other things to do, so I'll hang up now."

Hearing the busy tone on the phone, Xiang Yan's face turned pale and then red. That old fox, Shen Ye, not only hung up on him, but his words also revealed his dissatisfaction with him and his protection of Ye Tian!

"So what if you're twenty? Is being a gang leader at twenty something to be proud of?" Xiang Yan growled angrily at the already disconnected phone, feeling humiliated. The angrier he became, the more he slammed the cordless phone receiver to the ground!

Crack! The earpiece parts scattered everywhere.

After calming down and losing his temper, Xiang Yan recalled the last words of the God and was suddenly startled.

Twenty years old... Ye Tian is only twenty years old this year. He is already the leader of the Causeway Bay branch of the Hung Hing triad, controlling one of the most lucrative areas; he is a self-made tycoon with a vast fortune; and now, with a single call, he can unite several major triads to wipe out the Chung Ching Society!

Such a person has money, connections, prestige, and substance. Would he care about a few harmless "advice" from others? He would only see it as a provocation and an insult!

No wonder the God said that, no wonder the New Records were excluded from this operation!

Xiang Yan broke out in a cold sweat. He realized that his actions that night might have offended someone he shouldn't have, or at least shouldn't have offended for the time being.

"Oh no! I have to talk to Ah Jun right away!" He hurriedly tried to make a call, only to find that he had smashed the receiver. Frustrated, he punched the sofa and decided to wait until dawn.

This night felt exceptionally long for many.