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

Han Bin's eyes flashed, and he vaguely guessed what was going on: Could it be because Thirteen Sister had just refuted Liang Kun, and Ye Tian was standing up for Liang Kun?

Ye Tian said calmly, "I have no choice but to tell you."

Thirteen Sister finally came to her senses, her eyes a little red. She glared at Ye Tian, ​​her tone filled with anger: "Why? What's the point of saying all this now?"

Ye Tian said frankly, "Who you like and who likes you is your private matter. Even if the King of Heaven himself came, it wouldn't be his business. I'm not the King of Heaven, so I don't need to make decisions for you."

Everyone nodded in agreement; there was nothing wrong with what they said.

Thirteen Sister was even more confused and demanded, "Then tell me now, what exactly do you want to do?"

Ye Tian stated bluntly: "To gain your trust."

Thirteen Sister was stunned, then became even angrier: "We, the three gangs of Yau Tsim Mong, are all of one mind and should trust each other! Isn't it going too far to gain your trust in this way? You're deliberately digging into my privacy!"

Ye Tian thought to himself: That's right, I did it on purpose. But of course, he couldn't say that out loud.

He chuckled, "Am I so bored that I'd dig into your privacy and make an enemy for myself? Or am I trying to make four enemies at once?"

Everyone was taken aback. Han Bin's face flushed slightly, and a fleeting, almost imperceptible... hint of joy flashed across his eyes?

Looking at the furious Thirteen Sister, Ye Tian's tone became serious: "Sister, what we just discussed was a private matter. What I'm about to say is business. I hope you can calm down and listen. Although what happened earlier was outrageous, you can confront Zhang Meirun at any time. But what I'm about to say concerns the safety of our Yau Tsim Mong Three Halls, and even the entire Hung Hing. Therefore, I must first gain your absolute trust."

Everyone's expression tightened, and their faces became serious.

Ye Tian said leisurely, "Sister, the person you liked back then was Zhuo Kele, right?"

The prince abruptly stood up, his eyes sharp: "Zhuo Kele? Zhuo Kele, Uncle Ben's right-hand man from Dongxing?"

Thirteen Sister's temper flared up again, and she snapped, "You're still digging into my privacy!"

Ye Tian sighed, his tone tinged with impatience: "Use your brain and think it through. Everyone here except me is a gang leader. Why would I pry into your privacy? Either sit down now and listen to me, or leave. This is Night Shanghai, your turf, but I'm a customer here for drinks. Is it alright for you to leave?"

Han Bin quickly pulled Thirteen Sister back: "Ah Tian isn't a petty person. When have you ever seen him target anyone? Since he said that, it must be something important. Calm down and let him finish."

Thirteen Sister glanced at Han Bin, then at Ye Tian's serious expression, and finally sat back down in her chair.

Liang Kun explained to Prince, "You don't need to be nervous. My sister's father, Chui Shui Da, used to be with Tung Sing before he switched to my side. Chui Shui Da has a good relationship with several old guys in Tung Sing, so it's not surprising that my sister knows some of the Tung Sing elders. She had twelve godfathers back then, all of whom were big shots in the underworld."

The Crown Prince nodded, but his expression remained tense. Zhuo Kele was extremely skilled, only slightly inferior to him in a one-on-one fight. If Dongxing really used Zhuo Kele and Thirteen Sister's past relationship to their advantage, then they would be in big trouble.

Ye Tian took out cigarettes and handed one to everyone present. He lit one for himself, took a deep drag, and let the smoke swirl in his lungs before slowly exhaling. Then he said, "I've got a tip."

"That old fox, Uncle Ben, is already planning to take action against our Hung Hing."

"This old guy is different from other gang leaders. He's cunning, ruthless, and very difficult to deal with."

Han Bin frowned and asked Thirteen Sister for confirmation: "Is Aben really that kind of person?"

Ye Tian thought for a moment and described him: "People who meet him will think he is a successful businessman, refined and classy, ​​completely unrelated to the word 'gangster'. He is always dressed in a suit, smokes cigars, drinks red wine, and speaks and acts without a trace of gangsterism."

"But in reality, he is an old fox, a ruthless character hidden behind the scenes of Tung Sing, and one of Tung Sing's biggest money bags."

The attention of the several leaders was instantly drawn to it, and their faces darkened.

Han Bin frowned even more deeply and asked Thirteen Sister again, "Is Aben really that sharp?"

Thirteen Sister took a deep breath and nodded: "That's not all. Uncle Ben is very friendly when he talks to people, which makes it easy for them to let their guard down."

Han Bin frowned deeply: "People like that are indeed difficult to deal with."

Thirteen Sister asked, puzzled, "Tian, ​​why are you suddenly bringing up Uncle Ben? What does this have to do with me?"

Ye Tian sighed heavily: "It's not that I wanted to bring it up, it's just that he's already got his eye on you."

Thirteen Sister was taken aback, her face full of confusion.

Ye Tian said seriously, "I know about your love life, but it's none of my business, and I'm too lazy to interfere. You're the leader of Hung Hing, and Zhuo Kele is a top member of Tung Sing. I don't need to remind you, either publicly or privately. But this time, the situation is different."

"Uncle Ben has his eye on you. The next time you meet, you'll see two familiar faces."

"You should be able to guess who it is without me saying anything, right?"

Thirteen Sister remained silent for a long while before slowly speaking, "You mean... Zhuo Kele and the leopard?"

Ye Tian shrugged: "What else?"

"Ba Bi was taken down by Siu B. Just because Tung Sing has been quiet all these years doesn't mean they've forgotten about him."

"I have received reliable information that Tung Sing has already begun to move."

"Several bigwigs are secretly preparing to launch an attack on Hung Hing at any time."

"I can't control the others, but Sister Mei, you're one of the three members of our Yau Tsim Mong triad, so I have to remind you."

"You know my methods better than I do."

"Be careful, don't let him use your past relationship with Zhuo Kele to set a trap."

Thirteen Sister froze for a moment, her face turning pale.

Ye Tian stood up, his tone returning to its usual languid: "You're all seasoned veterans, more experienced than me, so I don't need to waste my breath. I'm just a free spirit; I've said what I needed to say. I'm leaving; I'm going home to read."

After saying that, he turned and left, leaving behind a room full of solemn-looking patrons.

When Ye Tian returned to the top-floor loft, dusk was streaming in through the windows, dividing the living room into light and shadow. He closed the door behind him, the lock clicking as the familiar scent of old books and solid wood furniture filled the room.

He didn't turn on the light, and went straight to the desk by the window. His fingers first touched the edge of a stack of books, their paper covers slightly cool from the evening air. He pulled out the top book, which he hadn't finished reading, and opened it, the pages rustling softly. As his gaze fell upon it, the words seemed to automatically penetrate his eyes.

It's a bit awkward to think about it! The current him and the original owner of this body are completely different people. They grew up in different environments, their minds are filled with different things, and even their innate temperaments are diametrically opposed. To expect the two of them to match each other perfectly is a pipe dream.

The only way is to painstakingly refine and modify the outer shell bit by bit in those barely visible details, reshaping it into a roughly similar shape. Otherwise, if a hoodlum who used to struggle to even write his own name suddenly starts talking to you about high technology and market cycles, his strange manner would leave everyone around him speechless.

People who walk this path may not have had much formal education, but they're definitely not stupid. Thousands of years of human experience have proven that intelligence isn't something you can acquire by rote memorization from books. The moment you do or say something that deviates from the expected path, those shrewd, calculating individuals who constantly read between the lines will be the first to sense something's wrong.

Ye Tian reads books partly out of necessity, and partly out of his own choice. The life he envisioned in his past life was nothing more than "easy work, high pay, close to home, little power but heavy responsibility but no one to bother me, sleeping until the sun is high in the sky, counting money until my fingers ache." Unexpectedly, after transmigrating, he's actually living that kind of life. Sleeping until noon every day, staying up until two or three in the morning without anyone nagging or pointing fingers—this life is almost unreal.

Besides reading, he practiced martial arts every day without fail. Kung fu is something you get rusty if you don't practice it for a day. When he first arrived, the "Prophet System" that had been implanted into his mind not only healed his old injuries but also gave him a complete ancient martial arts manual, Bajiquan. This was the foundation of his confidence in establishing himself here, and he made sure to set aside one or two hours each day to practice repeatedly.