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

Liang Kun slowly said, "First, Ah Tian is just a 'grass sandal' now, not senior enough. Transferring him to work at the headquarters is not proper. Those hall masters and leaders, even if they don't say it on the surface, will they really accept it? Your intentions are good, but if the people below secretly comply, it will backfire."

Jiang Tiansheng paused for a moment; he hadn't really thought about that aspect in detail.

"The rules for the twelve leaders of Hung Hing were set by you years ago, and everyone has gotten used to them over the years. If we don't resolve Ah Tin's issue of his title first, the people below will inevitably have doubts and think that you want to use Ah Tin to seize power."

Jiang Tiansheng's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly said, "Ah Kun, you're so thoughtful! I absolutely didn't mean that. I just wanted the gang's business to be more legitimate so the brothers could make money with peace of mind. If this causes a misunderstanding, it would be a loss. You're doing this for the public good."

Leung Kwan's tone became even more sincere: "Mr. Chiang, I owe everything I have today to your promotion. Without you, I, Leung Kwan, would not be the head of this branch!" Of course, these weren't his true thoughts; Ye Tian had instructed him to say them. To gain a foothold in Hung Hing, and even to aspire to greater heights, the Chiang family's door had to be opened.

Jiang Tiansheng was clearly pleased, and his tone became even more affectionate: "Ah Kun, I've always trusted you, knowing you're sensible. So, what's the second thing?"

Liang Kun hesitated deliberately for a moment before saying, "Second... is Ah Tian himself. I've wanted to push him up for a long time, but that kid is hopelessly lazy. He just wants to be carefree and doesn't want to be tied down. Think about it, what kind of talented person can sleep until noon every day?"

Jiang Tiansheng was stunned, a troubled look on his face.

That's a really big problem.

At 2 p.m., in a secluded private room at the Tsuen Wan restaurant, You Gu Qi.

Ye Tian, ​​dressed in all black, with his hands in his pockets, strolled in lazily with the waiter, his eyes still sleepy as he glanced around.

When Jiang Tiansheng saw him come in, he smiled and stood up to greet him, "Tian, ​​you're here. Have a seat."

Fatty Li watched from the sidelines, a flicker of anger rising within him. When he came in earlier, Jiang Tiansheng had merely nodded in agreement. But circumstances were against him; he truly couldn't fight anymore. If he continued, he'd lose everything, even his underwear.

Ye Tian greeted Jiang Tiansheng, then his gaze fell on Fatty Li, looking him up and down with some curiosity: "President Li, your complexion... isn't quite right. You're covered in sweat, like you've been pulled out of the water. The air conditioning is pretty strong."

Fatty Li didn't want to talk to him, and he didn't want to mention the excruciating pain in his lower body.

Jiang Tiansheng laughed and tried to smooth things over: "He was like this when I arrived, sweating nonstop."

Fatty Li clenched his teeth, his lips pressed into a pale line, enduring the pain with all his might. He was holding on by a thread; if he let his breath slip, who knew what embarrassing things might happen? Waves of pain surged through his lower body, as if someone was slowly cutting him with a dull knife inside. Cold sweat trickled down his temples, soaking a small patch of his shirt collar.

Ye Tian glanced at him twice, then suddenly turned to Jiang Tiansheng and said, "Jiang Sheng, he's in pain."

"I once went out on business with Brother Kun and got stabbed. This is what I felt like back then. I was in so much pain that I was sweating profusely and didn't dare to say a word. If I did, I would just lose my breath and the pain would get even worse."

Upon hearing this, Fatty Li broke out in a cold sweat and his face turned even more pale.

Jiang Tiansheng looked at Ye Tian with some confusion, "You made a move on Fatty Li?"

Ye Tian shook his head, his tone calm: "I follow the rules. The rules of Hung Hing are that in a fight within a branch, no one is killed unless the branch leader is involved. I always follow the rules."

Fatty Li could no longer hold back. He suddenly raised his head, his eyes glaring at him. His voice trembled with pain and anger: "You follow the rules?! In the middle of the night, you crippled over four hundred of my brothers, breaking their arms and legs! That's worse than killing them!"

Ye Tian's lips curled into a slight smile, but there was no hint of amusement in it: "The one who starts it is the one who's despicable. Weren't you the one who went around saying you'd teach me and Brother Kun a lesson? Now, aren't you the first to back down?"

"You're in the wrong on both sides, yet you blame me for being heartless?"

"Oh," Ye Tian said, as if he had just remembered, and gently patted his forehead. "I forgot, your President Li has always been unreasonable and only recognizes the power of fists."

As he spoke, he clenched his fist, his knuckles making a few crisp cracking sounds. His eyes gradually turned cold, carrying a hint of ruthlessness: "Want to play hardball? I'll give you a handicap."

"Do you dare?"

Fatty Li was completely choked.

How can someone be so persistent? We've already offered the drinks, and he's already bowed his head in apology. What more does he want?

Looking at his appearance, Ye Tian sneered, "If it weren't for the rules of Hung Hing, I would have wiped you out long ago. Would you even have the chance to hold a banquet here?"

"Do you think I really wouldn't dare to touch you?"

"You call those lousy magazines you produce 'pornographic'? Do you even understand uniform fetish? Do you know what mature woman charm is? You don't even know the three virtues of Lolita? How dare you work in this industry?"

"I thought you could hold on for a few more days."

"Then I'll just find Sister Thirteen and publish a dozen new magazines in one go, squeezing your market dry."

"Too bad, you're useless."

"I prepared ten million, but you only spent four million before you collapsed."

"What's wrong?"

"You disagree?"

"If you're not satisfied, we can keep playing."

Ye Tian's words, one by one, were like small knives, stabbing at the most painful spot in Fatty Li's heart. Fatty Li's face turned pale and then red, his chest heaving violently, and he trembled with rage.

He stared intently at Ye Tian, ​​spitting out the words through gritted teeth: "Ye Tian... don't go too far!"

Ye Tian chuckled, his laughter filled with contempt: "Me, going too far? You started this mess, and you were the one who backed down first, and now you're saying I went too far? President Li, did you learn your logic from those erotic magazines?"

He leaned forward slightly, no longer concealing the ruthlessness in his eyes: "Look carefully, the reason I'm sitting here drinking this cup of tea today is to give Mr. Jiang face."

"If you want to make peace, then act like you want to make peace."

Fatty Li's heart sank; he knew something bad was about to happen.

Jiang Tiansheng also sensed the awkward atmosphere and quickly said, "Tian, ​​Mong Kok and North Point are all our own territory. The misunderstanding is cleared up. A cup of tea will suffice."

Ye Tian nodded, his gaze returning to Fatty Li, a gaze as heavy as a weight, making it hard to breathe: "I will definitely give Jiang Sheng face."

"But he has to compensate for the losses caused by the things he started."

Double.

Jiang Tiansheng looked at Fatty Li with a questioning look in his eyes.

Fatty Li's heart was bleeding, but knowing he couldn't escape it, he gritted his teeth and nodded: "I'll pay!"

Ye Tian smiled, a smile that even seemed somewhat relaxed: "Alright. Ten million. I'll have someone come to your residence to collect it this afternoon."

Fat Li's eyes widened suddenly, as if he hadn't heard clearly: "...How much? Didn't you say it only cost four million?!"

Ye Tian's smile faded, his tone matter-of-fact: "I've made my word known throughout the martial world to intimidate those who want to help you. Is my reputation, Ye Tian's reputation, not worth six million?"

Fatty Li felt a rush of metallic sweetness to his throat, his vision blurred, and his chest felt like it was about to explode. He clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging into his palms, the sharp pain barely keeping him conscious. He opened his mouth, and finally, with immense difficulty, squeezed out two words:

"...I'll give it to you."

Fatty Li practically had to prop himself up from the chair, inching his way up while supporting himself on the table. His legs were trembling, and with each movement, a sharp pain shot through his groin, causing the cold sweat that had just dried on his forehead to break out again, and his face turned frighteningly pale.

He practically shuffled along the wall, slowly making his way out of the private room, his back hunched over like that of a seriously ill old man.

Jiang Tiansheng and Ye Tian exchanged a glance as they watched the door close.

"Tian, ​​the way he walks...is a bit off." Jiang Tiansheng touched his chin.

"Hmm," Ye Tian picked up his teacup and blew away the foam, "It looks exactly like one of my brothers after he had a circumcision, his legs couldn't even close properly."

Jiang Tiansheng was taken aback: "Fatty Li is this age... and still doing this?"

"It's also possible that he was accidentally kicked in a vital spot at the Gathering Hall yesterday." Ye Tian took a sip of tea, his tone calm.

The two Hung Hing leaders fell silent.

Fat Lai is no good; he suffers, but the two show no sympathy.

But as a man myself... seeing that, it's hard not to feel a chill down my spine.

With the eyesore gone, Ye Tian picked up the teapot and refilled Jiang Tiansheng's cup: "I'm sorry to have troubled you, Mr. Jiang, to make this trip for something like this."

Jiang Tiansheng waved his hand: "No matter how useless he is, he is still a leader of Hung Hing. From the outside, he represents the face of Hung Hing."

Ye Tian didn't reply.