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

The pheasant immediately straightened its back, placed its hands on the seams of its trousers, and stood ramrod straight, like a soldier awaiting orders.

"Brother Tian, ​​please speak!"

Ye Tian's lips seemed to twitch slightly upwards, or perhaps not. His tone remained unchanged, revealing no emotion. "First, get your place straight."

"The task the gang assigned me was to find out the real culprit in the Siu B family massacre. I've finished that." He paused, his gaze lingering on Chicken's face for a moment, his eyes deep, as if he were teaching him to identify a hidden crossroads on some complex map. "As for how to deal with the murderer, that's not my concern."

"In a club, it's not just about having strong fists and a clever mind that lets you climb the ranks. Sometimes, knowing where you are is more important than knowing where you're going."

Pheasant frowned, his mind a jumbled mess, like a ball of yarn scratched by a cat, impossible to make sense of. What kind of logic was this? Find the culprit, deal with them, right? Why worry about this and that?

Ye Tian picked up the black phone on the table, rubbed his thumb along the edge of the cold screen, and suddenly looked up at Shanji with a hint of testing in his eyes.

"I need to make a phone call now."

"Who do you think we should call?"

Shanji's heart sank. He'd been at the scene since dawn and clearly seen that Jiang Tiansheng had personally handed the investigation over to Ye Tian. Normally, once the task was completed, he should report to the boss. But Ye Tian's earlier words, "get your position straight," were like a hook, tugging at his mind. He remembered who Ye Tian was affiliated with, and the potential connections behind this case…

In a flash, as if he had found the end of a tangled mess, he lowered his head sharply and said in a respectful voice, "I think... you should call Brother Kun first."

Ye Tian then revealed a more obvious smile with approval on his face and pressed his finger on the screen.

"That's right. When you're out in the world, the most important thing is to know whose bowl you're holding and whose food you're eating."

Pheasant nodded heavily, feeling that these words were more profound than many harsh words he had heard before, and that he needed to etch them into his mind.

"Brother Kun, come over here. Little B's case is settled... Yes, all the evidence is ready... Okay, I'll be waiting for you."

Less than ten minutes after the phone call ended, the door was pushed open. Liang Kun strode in with Wu Zhaonan, his face beaming with the excited look that said "something good is coming." He glanced at Shanji, who was standing to the side with a reserved posture, and raised his eyebrows.

"Huh? A pheasant?" He sounded a little surprised.

Pheasant quickly stepped forward and bowed slightly: "Brother Kun."

Instead of asking about the case, Liang Kun looked at Ye Tian with interest and asked curiously, "What's Chicken doing here with you? Isn't he with that loser Chan Ho-nam?"

Ye Tian leaned back on the sofa, relaxed, and spoke bluntly: "This kid wants to be with me."

"He's a fairly smart person, loyal, and values ​​relationships. There's just one thing I don't quite like about him."

Liang Kun clicked his tongue, sat down on the sofa next to Ye Tian, ​​picked up the half-cooled teacup on the table, took a sip, and said dismissively, "Taking in followers isn't like choosing a saint. No one's perfect. If there really were such a flawless one, would you dare keep him by your side?"

He turned to look at Shanji, his gaze sweeping over him: "Tell me, what exactly is it about him that doesn't meet your brother Tian's standards?"

Ye Tian rolled his eyes, his disdain obvious: "Too lecherous."

"Pfft!!" Liang Kun nearly spat out his tea, coughing a few times before pointing at Ye Tian and yelling, "Being lecherous is a damn flaw! What kind of man isn't lecherous?!"

Ye Tian shrugged, his tone slightly teasing: "So, Shanji and I don't really click, but he's a good match for you. You two are kindred spirits."

Ugly Kun immediately became interested, beckoning to Chicken in a casual manner: "Kid, weren't you with Chan Ho-nam? What brings you to switch sides?"

Chicken dared not hide anything and recounted everything that happened after the Gathering of Righteousness Hall, from Chan Ho-nam believing the rumors and suspecting Leung Kwan, to Chicken arguing and being kicked out. He did so in a clear and organized manner.

After listening, Liang Kun clicked his tongue and shook his head: "Little B is really... a complete ingrate." He turned to Ye Tian and asked for confirmation, "This kid, is he really as you said, aside from that one problem, alright?"

Ye Tian glanced at Shanji again, somewhat helplessly: "Aside from being lecherous, he's alright."

Liang Kun spat at Ye Tian, ​​clearly dissatisfied: "Why isn't being a womanizer a virtue? If you weren't a womanizer, would you have so many women around you?"

Chicken, listening from the side, was stunned, a question mark appearing on his face. Brother Tian has many women? How come he'd never heard of that?

Ye Tian scoffed, his words laced with sarcasm: "Even if it's an advantage, I haven't seen you bring back a single decent one to make your godmother happy, have I?"

As if suddenly grabbed by the scruff of his neck, Liang Kun immediately raised his hands in a pleading gesture: "Hey, why bring this up out of the blue? Let's get down to business! What exactly happened in Siu B's case?"

He chickened out; it was obvious.

Ye Tian's joking expression vanished, and he slowly laid out the story: "Simply put, Fatty Lai and Yao Yang of Tung Sing got together. Fatty Lai was responsible for leading the way, using the pretext of delivering something to the Siu B family to bring Yao Yang's men inside. After that, it was Yao Yang who took action and buried the entire Siu B family alive."

"The chain of evidence is complete, with witness testimonies and physical evidence; there's no mistake."

Handsome Kun, chin in hand, frowned deeply. "What's the point? Nobody does anything without a reason. Who does something that doesn't benefit them?"

Ye Tian traced names on the table with his finger, as if organizing unseen clues: "I've considered a few possibilities, listen to them."

Liang Kun's eyes lit up, and he leaned forward: "You're quick-witted and guessed right, tell me quickly."

"First, it was to get revenge on Ba Bi." Ye Tian said unhurriedly, "Jiang Sheng and Camel made a private deal to cover up Ba Bi's matter. I don't know the specifics of the deal, but on the surface, it's over. I've heard of Yao Yang; he's a hawk in Tung Sing, and he's arrogant. Maybe he was dissatisfied with Camel's compromise, and killing Xi B's whole family was a form of rebellion."

Liang Kun frowned and thought for a long time before slowly shaking his head: "It doesn't seem likely. Camel's prestige in Tung Sing is exceptionally high; even an old guy like Uncle Ben is completely subservient to him. No matter how arrogant Yao Yang is, he wouldn't dare to openly challenge Camel. This guess... makes some sense, but it's unlikely."

Ye Tian nodded: "There's a second possibility. Among the twelve hall masters, Xi B is the most supportive of Jiang Sheng, even more loyal than Chen Yao. He's Jiang Sheng's number one henchman. Jiang Sheng often shouts 'Where's Ah B?' during meetings, which shows how much he relies on him. Killing Xi B is like cutting off one of Jiang Sheng's arms."

He paused, then continued, "Thinking further down this line, there's a third possibility. Fatty Lai is dissatisfied with Chiang, and perhaps he himself also has his own ambitions for the leadership position. Getting rid of Little B would be beneficial for his later actions."

"If this guess is correct, then we can come up with a fourth possibility! Cooperation is mutual. Fat Lai wants to seize the leadership of Hung Hing, and it's hard to guarantee that Yiu Yeung doesn't want to seize the leadership of Tung Sing."

After hearing this, Liang Kun revealed an almost manic smile, slapping his thigh: "When you're out in the game, besides making money, isn't it all about competing for supremacy? Who with a shred of guts wouldn't want to sit in that boss's seat? It's not surprising that Fatty Lai and Yao Yang want to climb up."

Ye Tian scoffed, his words full of disdain: "Only a fool would be so fixated on the position of leader."

Liang Kun's smile froze, and she glared at him irritably: "Ah Tian, ​​do you have to go against me?"

Ye Tian remained relaxed, speaking frankly: "Only the lowest-ranking members of the triads see the top position as their ultimate goal. The real big shots are all hidden behind the scenes. People like Uncle Deng of Wo Luen Shing and Master Shen of Shing Shing are the real old foxes."

"What's so great about being the gang leader? Besides a hollow title and being able to preside over a few meetings, what else do you get? You have to deal with all the big and small troubles in the gang. If the gang gets into trouble, the cops will come after the gang leader first. Being watched 24/7, do you think that's comfortable?"

He looked at Liang Kun, his tone somewhat earnest: "When you're out in the game, making money comes first. You're the one who taught me that."

Liang Kun was speechless, only able to mumble and mutter something incoherently.

Chicken, standing to the side, was completely stunned. This was the first time he had heard such calculations from the core of Hung Hing so intimately. Every word was like a hammer, shattering his simplistic understanding. Chiang Seng wanted to whitewash himself? The position of leader was actually a trap?

Ye Tian glanced at him and, unusually patiently, explained, "Yes, Jiang Sheng has always wanted to clear his name. Being watched by the cops every day restricts his business dealings, making it difficult to earn money peacefully. If he doesn't clear his name, is he just waiting to be bothered to death?"