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

Ye Tian was still squatting in front of Chen Haonan, patting his face gently, each pat feeling like a blow to his last remaining strength.

"You loser, what else do you have besides your face?"

"When you're out in the world, the least valuable thing is your face."

"Whether a man can stand firm or not has never been determined by his looks, but by his ability to handle things and resolve disputes."

"Where were you when Little B died? What were you doing? And what were you, his underlings, doing?"

"After hearing that the boss is dead, instead of thinking about how to find out the real culprit and take revenge, they come here to cause trouble and make things difficult for the gang based on a few rumors they don't even know where they came from."

"Little B, I've really... wasted my time raising you."

Ye Tian stood up and gave Chen Haonan one last kick, sending him rolling several times until he landed right at the edge of the pit where the entire Siu B family was buried.

"If I were you, I'd jump right now and join Siu B. I'd rather not stay here and embarrass myself."

Chan Ho-nam lay on the ground, his face buried in the dirt, his shoulders shaking violently, but he made no sound.

He completely collapsed.

Chicken, Forgot, and the others stood not far away, watching Chen Haonan's state, at a loss. They wanted to go forward and pull him away, but were intimidated by the imposing aura of the group of gang leaders and dared not move.

Ye Tian glared at them: "Are you still standing there? If you don't drag him back, do you really want to bury him with us?"

Chicken and Foreskin seemed to wake from a dream and rushed over, pulling and dragging Chen Haonan aside.

The bigwigs present all shook their heads inwardly. Chan Ho-nam was finished. Tonight's events would soon be known throughout the underworld. By then, he would have nothing left but his face.

Jiang Tiansheng clapped his hands, breaking the silence, and looked at Ye Tian: "Tian, ​​how do you plan to investigate this matter of Little B? Do you have any leads?"

Ye Tian's gaze returned to the corpse in the pit. After looking at it for a while, he suddenly asked Liang Kun:

"Brother Kun, take a closer look. The way Little B and the others died... does it look familiar?"

Liang Kun was taken aback, not understanding why, but still did as he was told and squatted down by the pit to take a closer look.

Jiang Tiansheng and the other bigwigs also looked puzzled. How did they die? Were they familiar with each other? What could possibly be unusual about the way this entire family was buried alive?

Suddenly, Liang Kun's mouth gaped open, a very strange expression appearing on his face, and he muttered:

"This...this approach of eliminating all traces and leaving no future trouble...it's fucking just like me!"

what? !

Jiang Tiansheng's face darkened, his brows furrowing: "Ah Kun! You can't say things like that!"

Handsome Kun shrugged, looking nonchalant: "When you're in the game, you have to keep your word. If I'm in a fight and someone pisses me off with their rudeness, I mean it. I always keep my word."

The group looked at each other, speechless for a moment.

Liang Kun was still muttering to himself, "Strange... this technique, this thought process... it really feels like I did it myself."

Jiang Tiansheng couldn't be bothered with this outspoken lunatic. If it weren't for the special circumstances, based on that statement alone, regardless of whether he killed Xi B or not, Jiang Tiansheng wouldn't let him off easily.

He turned to Ye Tian: "Tian, ​​what do you think? Who did it?"

Ye Tian's expression turned serious: "The person who made the move may not necessarily have any great grudge against Little B."

"It's very simple. Look, there are no signs of struggle or torture on Little B's body. His whole family was buried alive."

"From this perspective, the killer seems to be performing a 'job' without personal feelings involved."

Jiang Tiansheng frowned: "Impossible. Little B is the leader of the Causeway Bay gang, with territory and men. To kill for the sake of killing, aren't you afraid of Causeway Bay's retaliation? Aren't you afraid of Hung Hing's pursuit?"

Ye Tian made no attempt to hide his contempt for Chen Haonan and his gang: "With that bunch of good-for-nothings, do you think they can find the killer?"

Jiang Tiansheng paused, his face turning grim. The other hall masters also looked displeased. The words were harsh, but the truth was undeniable.

Ye Tian held up two fingers: "There are only two possibilities for doing it so cleanly and efficiently."

"First, a professional hitman. He's paid to do things, and he has no grudge against Little B, so he uses the cleanest and most clueless method. That way, even if the police come, they won't be able to find any clues on the body that point to the killer unless they dig for clues from the outside."

Everyone nodded.

"Secondly," Ye Tian paused, "the killer's target wasn't Little B at all. Little B and her family were just 'tools' used by the killer to achieve a certain goal."

"In other words, what the killer wanted was the aftermath of Little B's death! Internal strife within Hung Hing and a shift in the underworld's power structure."

Jiang Tiansheng frowned: "For example?"

Ye Tian casually pointed to Chen Haonan, whose face was swollen like a pig's head: "For example, like this idiot, who believes that Sai B was killed by someone from within Hung Hing, like us in Mong Kok."

"Or rather, no matter who these idiots believe killed him, as long as the finger points to any branch within Hung Hing, it will be a big problem for us."

"Just imagine, 'The Hung Hing Causeway Bay branch leader is suspected of being murdered by his own brothers'! If this news gets out, wouldn't it be explosive enough? Our Hung Hing will immediately become the focus of the underworld, and the police will be watching us 24/7."

The expressions of all the bigwigs changed simultaneously.

That makes sense. Once labeled as "internal strife" or "fratricide," not only will their strength be weakened, but they will also give outsiders an opportunity to take advantage of them, and they will attract high pressure from the police.

Jiang Tiansheng suddenly turned around, strode up to Chen Haonan, grabbed him by the collar and lifted him up, his eyes cold and sinister:

"Tell me the truth! Who told you that Young B was killed by Handsome Kun?!"

Staring at him so closely by the dragon head, Chan Ho-nam was terrified and stammered, "No...no one told me...I...I guessed it myself..."

Snapped!

Jiang Tiansheng slapped him hard across the face. The force was so great that Chen Haonan's lip immediately split open, and blood seeped out.

"Think it through before you speak!"

"No one told you, yet you dare to slander a fellow sect leader? Do you want to cause internal strife within Hung Hing? Do you want Hung Hing to be utterly destroyed?!"

"If we can't find out who's behind this, I'll send you to be with Little B!"

At this moment, Jiang Tiansheng's face was terrifyingly gloomy, and the dark and cold aura in his eyes sent a chill down the spines of everyone around him.

Pheasant turned pale with fright and couldn't help but shout, "Brother Nan! Tell me! Who is it?!"

Chicken wasn't stupid; as soon as he heard Ye Tian's analysis, he knew that Chan Ho-nam had been used as a pawn. He had tried to pull Chan Ho-nam away earlier, but his legs were too weak to move.

Startled by Chicken's shout, Chan Ho-nam seemed to sober up a bit and hurriedly said, "Mr. Chiang! I really didn't lie!"

"We were furious when we heard the news of Brother B's accident. We just wanted to find the killer and take revenge immediately."

"Just then, someone next to us said something..."

"When Brother B was around, the person he clashed with the most in the triad was Ugly Kun from Mong Kok. Maybe it was Ugly Kun who poisoned Brother B in order to seize territory..."

boom!

Jiang Tiansheng kicked Chen Haonan in the chest, knocking him to the ground.

"Find that person! Dig three feet into the ground, find him!"

Jiang Tiansheng's short hair stood on end like steel needles, his face was ashen like black iron tempered with ice, and his body exuded a violent aura that seemed to be brewing a storm.

His scarlet eyes were fixed on the still-dry dark red bloodstain on the ground. His knuckles clenched so tightly they cracked. The air felt like frozen lead, so heavy it made one's chest tighten, and even breathing felt like a bone-chilling oppression.

None of the bigwigs in front of the luxury cars looked relaxed.

This shouldn't be such a somber situation.

The violent deaths of Siu B's entire family were certainly a momentous event, but in terms of his status in the underworld, he was merely one of the twelve leaders of Hung Hing, on par with Ba Bi of Tung Sing.

When Ba Bi was assassinated, Tung Sing never made such a fuss. The business deals were still being discussed, and the money earned was not reduced by a single penny.

Those who have been around the block have long since seen through the ways of the world.

At their level, fighting and killing are long gone; real money is the true foundation.

Even if the leader of the hall falls, the most important thing is not to delay one's own path to wealth. So-called hatred is just a byproduct that can be temporarily put aside.

Their trip was primarily to give Little B some face, and incidentally, to give the leader, Chiang Tin-sang, some face as well.

Previously, the bigwigs were actually quite relaxed! Little B is dead, so be it. The case can be investigated slowly, and no one expected an immediate result.

Everyone was happy that Ye Tian was chosen to investigate the case.

Who doesn't have a bunch of thorny issues to deal with? Who has the time to waste on a murder case like this?

But Ye Tian's ability to establish himself in Hung Hing was never due to luck.