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

He was still not satisfied and raised his foot to stomp on the shards. The movement was too big, and the familiar, tearing pain in his lower body gripped him once again!

"Awooo!!!!"

He screamed, clutching his groin, curling up in pain. His knees buckled, and he nearly collapsed. He could only hunch over, trembling like a giant worm whose vital organs had been stepped on. Cold sweat instantly soaked through his slightly dry pajamas.

Scared.

He was genuinely scared.

Fat Li isn't afraid of people making threats; who in the underworld can't say tough words? He's also not afraid of those reckless brutes who only have ruthlessness; those kinds of people are easy to deal with.

What he fears most is someone like Ye Tian! He's vicious, cunning, ruthless, and damn rich!

In this round early this morning, he lost completely, without even a chance to fight back.

He had expected the two men in Mong Kok to follow the old gangster fare, setting up their vehicles and engaging in a knife-to-knife, gun-to-gun battle. Unexpectedly, they didn't even bother to react; one move and they'd snapped his throat! (Printing plant and sales channels.)

He knew all too well what Ye Tian and Liang Kun were up to. They didn't want to destroy Fatty Lai as a person; they wanted to kill his magazine and steal his market share.

This is going to kill him!

He knew better than anyone how fierce the competition was for adult magazines in the tiny city of Hong Kong. More than a dozen sizable ones were eyeing the market, and if his magazine were to be interrupted, his readers would immediately switch to other magazines, and winning them back would be harder than climbing to heaven.

This was even more painful for him than being stabbed twice.

Those two bastards in Mong Kok not only want him to bleed in front of him, but also want to cut off his escape route and eliminate his path to survival.

The initial 20 million has already been spent, and several million more will be needed later. In total, it will approach 30 million.

Fat Lai may have a fortune, but even that can't withstand such a drain.

What made him even more desperate was that Ye Tian had even blocked his escape route of "borrowing troops." He was now truly at his wit's end.

It's not that he doesn't want to try, it's that he can't afford to! He's about to go bankrupt.

Fat Li slumped on the sofa, like a pool of slowly melting grease, until the sky outside the window changed from pitch black to deep blue, then to gray-white. The factory manager sent someone to collect the twenty million in cash, and the room fell silent again. He stared at the mess on the floor and the cold, lifeless morning light streaming in through the window. Finally, very slowly, he picked up his spare phone, its screen shattered like a spiderweb, found a number, and dialed it.

Liang Kun rubbed his already messy hair until it was even messier, yawned, and without wiping the sleep from the corners of his eyes, glanced at the old clock on the wall—it was almost nine o'clock. Only then did he slowly get out of bed.

Those in this line of work, apart from those who work night shifts, mostly only see people around this time.

Lin Fu had already set out breakfast on the table: the fried eggs were golden brown on the edges, the sandwiches were neatly cut, and the milk was steaming hot.

Liang Kun shuffled over in his slippers, glanced at him, and patted Lin Fu on the shoulder: "Xiao Fu, come with me. You're hardworking and I like your temperament."

Lin Fu chuckled, his back slightly bent, but he spoke with tact: "It's my good fortune that Brother Kun thinks highly of me. However, I'm with Brother Tian. It wouldn't sound good if word got out that I, Lin Fu, am switching sides halfway through. People would say I'm not loyal."

Liang Kun pursed his lips, feeling a little resentful, but he didn't insist: "Fine, if you don't want to follow, then don't. Stop trying to talk your way out of this. I know you too well. You're one of Brother Tian's men, so naturally you'll listen to Brother Tian."

Lin Fu is Ye Tian's man, and Liang Kun knows it perfectly well. No matter how much he likes him, he can't just poach him.

He had just taken a bite of the sandwich when his phone rang.

Lin Fu was quick; he grabbed it, glanced at it, and immediately handed it over: "Brother Kun, Mr. Jiang's phone number."

Liang Kun swallowed the food in his mouth, wiped his hands, took the phone, and said in a daze, still sounding like he had just woken up, "Mr. Jiang, good morning, what can I do for you?"

Jiang Tiansheng's voice came through the receiver, surprisingly with a laugh, sounding quite pleased: "Ah Kun, not bad. I thought Fatty Li's fat would hold out for a few more days, but I didn't expect him to go soft in just one day."

"He just called me and asked me to be the mediator, saying he'd throw a banquet to apologize to you and back down."

Liang Kun nearly spat out the sandwich crumbs in his mouth, his eyes widening: "Huh? Mr. Jiang, what did you say? Fatty Li? Giving in? You mean that arrogant Fatty Li?"

His mind was a little foggy: "Wait... what's going on? I haven't even moved yet!"

Jiang Tiansheng was also taken aback on the other end of the phone: "The incident in the early morning, wasn't it your arrangement?"

Liang Kun was even more confused, scratching his head: "Tin made his move at dawn? I really don't know the details. He just told me that I don't need to deal with Fatty Lai, and that I should focus on the movie theater business. But... he did tell me about his plans."

Jiang Tiansheng's interest was clearly piqued: "Oh? What are your plans, Tian? Tell me."

Liang Kun didn't hide anything and repeated Ye Tian's analysis to him verbatim: sowing discord among confidants, cutting off financial resources, and crippling manpower!

After listening, Jiang Tiansheng paused for two seconds, then slammed his hand on the table (Liang Kun could even hear the muffled thud through the phone): "Good! Good for you, Ye Tian! You're definitely got potential, you see through things!"

"This tactic is overkill for Fatty Li! It would be enough to deal with other gang leaders!"

"If we can spread Ah Tin's methods, Hung Hing will be much more assertive when dealing with foreign countries in the future."

Liang Kun was taken aback, not expecting Jiang Tiansheng to have such a high opinion of him: "Is he really that amazing?"

Jiang Tiansheng's admiration was undisguised: "Of course! Any gang relies on three things: trustworthy insiders, a lucrative business, and capable henchmen."

"Ah Tian's move directly alienated Fatty Li's own people, cut off his most profitable magazine's sales, and crippled most of his strongest fighters in one fell swoop. Doesn't that make him a toothless, clawless sick cat? Dealing with him won't be difficult at all!"

"Ah Tin is a real talent." Jiang Tiansheng paused, his tone revealing a hint of genuine envy. "You two brothers are of one mind, no wonder the Mong Kok triad has grown so quickly and is so successful."

Liang Kun laughed heartily, unable to suppress his smugness: "It's mainly because I'm lucky to have met a brother like Ah Tian."

Jiang Tiansheng chuckled twice, then changed the subject: "Are you going to Fatty Li's apology drink?"

Without a second thought, Liang Kun said, "No way! Just seeing his fat face makes me want to vomit. Let Ah Tian go; he's the one who handled the job. But Mr. Jiang, the time needs to be changed."

Jiang Tiansheng asked, "When should we change it?"

Liang Kun chuckled: "This afternoon, perhaps. Don't you know my brother? Before noon, not even if the sky falls, you can get him out of bed."

Jiang Tiansheng burst into laughter on the other end of the phone: "Sleep is a blessing."

After laughing, Jiang Tiansheng's voice became more serious: "Ah Kun, it's a bit of a waste to put someone as talented as Ah Tian in Mong Kok."

A thought struck Liang Kun, and he vaguely grasped Jiang Tiansheng's meaning: "Mr. Jiang, what do you mean...?"

Jiang Tiansheng pondered for a moment, then slowly said, "I'm thinking, should we give Tian some more responsibility?"

Liang Kun was a little confused: "But all twelve hall master positions are full, there's no room for anyone else."

Jiang Tiansheng smiled and said, "I mean, transfer him to headquarters to help me with some things."

Liang Kun's expression changed slightly, and he immediately refused: "Mr. Jiang, I'm afraid this is inappropriate."

"Right now, the leaders of each branch are all guarding their own little territory. If we suddenly promote Ah Tian, ​​wouldn't that put him in a difficult position? The people below will start speculating and think that you're trying to elevate Ah Tian to suppress them, which would only make things worse."

Jiang Tiansheng scoffed: "What's there to be afraid of? Let's see who dares to say a word."

Liang Kun frowned and tentatively asked, "Mr. Jiang, do you... have other plans?"

Chiang Tin-sang didn't hide anything from him: "Hung Hing has quite a few businesses, but most of them are shady. Was it Tin-sang who came up with the idea for you to launder money through movie theaters in Mong Kok?"

Liang Kun nodded: "He taught him."

Jiang Tiansheng's voice became more sincere: "When we're out in this business, the bottom line is, we're after money. The gang isn't short of money right now, but a lot of it can't be used openly, it's restrictive. I want Tiansheng to help us slowly turn this shady stuff into legitimate business that can be put on the table."

After thinking about it carefully, Liang Kun said, "Mr. Jiang, the idea is good, and I agree with it. But there are two hurdles we need to overcome first."

Jiang Tiansheng immediately said, "Go ahead. As long as it can be done, we can overcome any obstacle."