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

The prince shook his head, a half-smile playing on his lips: "Handsome Kun, haven't you eaten? Why are you so light-footed?"

Liang Kun sighed, looking regretful: "My punches are heavy. I was afraid I wouldn't control my strength and might actually kill him. Ten thousand dollars is a small matter, but breaking Mr. Jiang's rules is troublesome."

The other hall masters remained silent. Even Bucky, who was usually the nicest person and never offended anyone, just frowned and watched without making any attempt to mediate.

Ye Tian kicked him ten times solidly, until Fatty Li lay on the ground, only able to groan, before he finally stopped, satisfied. He sat down behind Liang Kun, let out a long sigh, and felt his whole body feel refreshed.

Fat Lai, bruised and battered, staggered to his feet, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. He wiped it with the back of his hand, his eyes glaring at Liang Kun and Yip Tin, his voice trembling with pain and rage: "Liang Kun! Yip Tin! You dare to lay a hand on me in the Gathering of Righteousness Hall? Fine! Fine! I, from North Point, will not rest with you in Causeway Bay... no, with you in Mong Kok! War! I declare war on you!"

Liang Kun pretended not to hear and took a sip of the now-cold tea.

Ye Tian suddenly raised his hand very high.

Fatty Li stared at him with his eyes swollen to slits, gritting his teeth: "What? Scared now? Dumbfounded? Weren't you so tough just now? Say it again if you dare!"

Ye Tian didn't look at him, but instead looked towards the entrance of the Hall of Righteousness and asked loudly, "Jiang Sheng, may I speak now?"

Fatty Li's heart skipped a beat, and he struggled to turn his swollen and aching neck to look at the doorway. Jiang Tiansheng was already standing there, his face calm, but his eyes were somewhat somber.

"Mr. Jiang! You have to stand up for me!" Fatty Li immediately cried out as if he had found a backer.

Jiang Tiansheng ignored him, walked step by step to the main seat and sat down. His gaze swept over the disheveled fat man Li, then looked at Ye Tian, ​​and said in a low voice, "What happened? You dare to make a move in the Hall of Righteousness? Ye Tian, ​​you tell me."

Ye Tian immediately stood up, his attitude very respectful: "Mr. Jiang, this is the Hall of Gathering Righteousness, where the tablets of Lord Guan and the predecessors of the Hongmen are enshrined. It is the most disciplined and sacred place in our Hongxing."

Jiang Tiansheng glanced at Fatty Li's disfigured face and frowned slightly: "Since you know it's sacred, why did you still hit him? I was already here, and you still kicked me several times?"

Fat Lai quickly chimed in, his voice slightly slurred: "Yes, Mr. Jiang! This brat has no respect for his elders and committed a crime in the Hall of Righteousness; he must be severely punished!"

Ye Tian looked at Fatty Lai with a slightly amused expression: "Fatty Lai, you're just one of the twelve leaders of Hung Hing. Unfortunately, you're not the leader of Mong Kok. The only people who can tell me how Ye Tian of Mong Kok should act are Mr. Chiang and my boss, Brother Kun. You want to control me? Wait until you've climbed high enough and really have the ability before you try."

Jiang Tiansheng's expression softened slightly, and he asked again, "Why did you take action? Explain yourself clearly."

Ye Tian was clearly prepared, and raised his voice, sounding quite self-righteous: "The Gathering Righteousness Hall is sacred. Those who come to the meeting should at least show some basic respect. From you, Mr. Jiang, to all the hall masters and leaders, who isn't dressed neatly and formally in attendance? Except for Fatty Li."

He pointed to Fat Lai's feet: "Look at what Fat Lai is wearing! Flip-flops! And they're old and dirty! He's clearly showing no respect for Guan Yu, no respect for the Hung Hing elders, and no respect for anyone here today!"

Fat Lai, his face swollen, argued, "I was in a rush! I didn't have time to change!"

Ye Tian scoffed, "Which of the hall masters and leaders here isn't busy? How come everyone except you is dressed so properly? Fine, even if you were really busy and forgot, what did you do after arriving at the Hall of Righteousness? Picking your toes in front of everyone! Picking them is one thing, but you even put your hands under your nose to smell them! What kind of fetish is this? Is this how you respect Lord Guan and your ancestors? Is this how you respect Jiang Sheng and your fellow disciples?"

He seemed to get angrier the more he talked, and reached into his pocket again.

Fatty Li shuddered in fright.

Ye Tian pulled out another wad of banknotes and threw it in front of Uncle Liu: "Uncle Liu, I'm just following the rules. Is it alright to beat him up ten more times?"

Uncle Liu was overjoyed, quickly pressing down on the money: "No problem! The gang rules are the most important, go ahead!"

Jiang Tiansheng's face darkened slightly, but a faint smile flashed across his eyes as he waved his hand at the two men: "Hurry up and settle your personal grudges. We have a meeting later, and we have important matters to discuss."

Fat Man Li exclaimed in shock, "Mr. Jiang! You can't do this! You have to stand up for me!"

Jiang Tiansheng looked at him with a strange expression and said, "Your personal grudges should be handled according to the gang rules. Just pay the fine. This is your own business, and I can't interfere."

Fatty Li felt a surge of grief and indignation. Before he could speak again, the Crown Prince slowly pulled out a roll of banknotes and threw it in front of Sixth Uncle: "Sixth Uncle, I also want to 'have a chat' with Fatty Li, as is the custom."

Uncle Liu accepted the gifts with a smile, saying, "Hurry up and don't delay important matters."

This set things off. Han Bin, Dinosaur, Thirteen Sister... one after another stood up, pulling out money and throwing it to Uncle Six, all saying they wanted to "have a chat" with Fatty Li.

Fatty Li had originally intended to curse, but seeing this scene, the anger on his face was instantly replaced by fear, and his swollen, purplish-blue face looked even worse. He looked blankly at the few people he could usually talk to, and found that they either looked away or also reached into their pockets.

When did my popularity get so bad?

In this world, everyone has their share of bumps and scrapes. Everyone has their own selfish motives and vested interests, naturally leading to varying degrees of closeness and distance. Even within the same gang, different branches aren't always on good terms. But Fatty Li always considered himself a "cultured man," different from those roughnecks with their江湖 (jianghu, a term referring to the world of martial arts and outlaws) airs. He believed that even if they weren't close, there should at least be some superficial camaraderie. But what happened was that, aside from himself, every single branch leader present wanted to beat him up. Even a big shot like Ye Tian dared to strike first.

Fatty Li panicked now, forgetting all about hating Ye Tian and Handsome Kun. He hurriedly raised his hand, his voice trembling, "Big shots! Show mercy! Don't... don't hit my face!"

Who would want to punch his oily face that looked like it had just been scratching its feet? The crowd swarmed around him, surrounding him and raining punches and kicks on his limbs and back—those fleshy parts of his body. Someone, perhaps misjudging the angle, accidentally kicked Fatty Li in the crotch.

"Awooo!!!!"

Fatty Li let out a bloodcurdling scream that was inhuman, his whole body suddenly curled up like a boiled shrimp, and he collapsed to the ground, convulsing violently, unable to move anymore.

Chen Yao returned to his seat next to Jiang Tiansheng, turned slightly to the side, and lowered his voice: "Mr. Jiang, isn't it... a bit too much for so many people to gang up on one person?"

Jiang Tiansheng glanced at him indifferently, his voice devoid of warmth: "Sixth Uncle hasn't said anything, and the hall masters haven't broken any rules, so what are you worried about?"

Chen Yao's heart tightened, and cold sweat instantly broke out on his back. He was Jiang Tiansheng's trusted advisor, the head of the Wan Chai branch, and the chief steward of the Jiang family business; his power was entirely dependent on Jiang Tiansheng. Jiang Tiansheng's words sounded calm, but the meaning behind them...

He immediately straightened his back and said without hesitation, "Fatty Li gave me 500,000 yuan earlier, hoping I would say a few good words for him in front of you. I was foolish."

Jiang Tiansheng snorted, his tone unreadable, whether he was satisfied or disdainful: "You're worthless. You're only worth 500,000 for working for me? If anyone else wants to work for you for less than 2 million, don't even bother looking."

Chen Yao immediately breathed a sigh of relief and bowed deeply, saying, "Thank you for your guidance, Mr. Jiang!"

Jiang Tiansheng waited for about ten more minutes, and seeing that everyone had almost finished fighting, he cleared his throat and said, "Alright, this is the Hall of Righteousness, let's stop here."

The leaders then dispersed, still feeling quite satisfied, and returned to their seats, many with expressions of refreshment after their workout.

Ye Tian, ​​with his sharp eyes, noticed that even Bucky, who was usually quiet and listless, had secretly gone over and kicked him a couple of times.

Fat Lai collapsed to the ground, and it took him quite a while to be helped up by two underlings from North Point and placed back in a chair. His entire face was swollen and shiny, a mixture of blue and purple, his mouth was agape, and his hands were tightly clutching his groin. His body would occasionally twitch uncontrollably, emitting painful groans.