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

Wu Zhaonan's expression instantly turned serious, his lips pressed into a straight line, and he spoke in a cold tone.

"There's not much to say, it's all in the past."

Pheasant had no choice but to turn to Lin Fu for help again, and the latter, seeing this, slowly spoke up.

"Ah Wu's brother was also a member of the Number Gang. The two of them were on a mission together when they were ambushed."

"At the critical moment, his brother took a knife for A-Wu and died on the spot."

"Since then, A-Wu has been taking care of his brother's family."

"You see, A-Wu always talks about money. That's because he needs a lot of money to keep things running."

"His brother's family member has a chronic disease that is incurable. They have to take medication year-round to stay alive, and they simply cannot survive without money."

Wu Zhaonan remained silent for a long while before slowly speaking, his tone carrying an undisguised heaviness.

"My life was saved by my brother's life. I must take full responsibility for his family and not let him rest in peace."

The pheasant felt even more distressed upon hearing this, and its tone carried a hint of regret.

"Brother B has never met a brother like that."

Wu Zhaonan turned his head, glanced at Shanji, and spoke with a touch of objective analysis.

"Siu B's entire family is dead. Even if we avenge him now, it won't make any real difference."

"He did cultivate a confidant, Chen Haonan, but he turned out to be all show and no substance, completely useless when it mattered."

"It's no wonder Hung Hing would do that."

"Any high-ranking member of any triad would have maximized the benefits of Siu B's death to bring the greatest possible advantage to the triad."

"The dead are still the dead, and the living must continue to live their lives and struggle to make a living."

"Actually, if Little B had been able to escape with his life, even if he had been crippled, Hung Hing would definitely have avenged him."

"But he died, completely and utterly, without a single regret."

"If we ruin Hung Hing's business for the sake of a dead man, or even drag more brothers down with us, we'll be in trouble."

"Do you think this is appropriate? Is it worth it?"

Pheasant was speechless after Wu Zhaonan's question. He opened his mouth but didn't know how to refute it.

He knew in his heart that Wu Zhaonan's words made sense, but emotionally he just couldn't accept it.

Wu Zhaonan glanced at him sideways, his tone laced with sarcasm.

"Even Little B's godson, Chan Ho-nam, didn't stand up for him. What are you, a former underling who's already left the Causeway Bay gang, meddling in this for?"

The pheasant seemed to have been struck on the head and was instantly stunned.

Yup!

Even B's godson, Chan Ho-nam, didn't stand up for him and avenge him. What's the point of him, a former underling who has already left the Causeway Bay gang, lamenting like this?

Does avenging Brother B really bring me any benefits?

If it's impossible, then what's the point of making such a fuss?

That's absolutely insane!

Once he understood this, the pheasant's frustration instantly dissipated, and he felt much more relaxed.

The middleman hired by Hung Hing and Tung Sing, two top triad societies, for their negotiations was none other than Uncle Tang of Wo Luen Shing.

Uncle Deng enjoyed a high reputation and seniority among the veterans of the Wo Shing Society. Back then, he could even chat and laugh with the four great detectives, including Lui Lok, and his position was very important.

He was round and chubby, with a protruding belly, so much so that you could hardly see his toes at a glance. Yet, the aura he exuded was incredibly imposing, making people dare not underestimate him in the slightest.

Uncle Deng held a steaming cup of tea, took a small sip, slowly put the cup down, and spoke in a voice that was aged yet still strong.

"I'm too old to fight, and I can't do anything substantial. All I have left is my seniority."

"Both of you are renowned figures in the martial arts world. Let's be gentlemen and use words instead of fists today. It would be best if we could reach an agreement, but if we can't and you want to fight or kill each other, I won't stop you."

"I just ask that you two do me the favor of parting ways amicably, whatever the outcome, how about it?"

Camel from Tung Sing and Chiang Tin-sang from Hung Hing both nodded and said respectfully, "We dare not."

The people from Hung Hing who came to negotiate this time, apart from Chiang Tin-sang, Chan Yiu, Leung Kwan, and Yip Tin, the rest, including Lam Fuk, Lok Tin-hung, Chicken, and Wu Chiu-nam, were all junior members, mainly responsible for protection and boosting morale.

On the Tung Sing side, Camel and Uncle Ben led the team, along with two members of the Five Tigers: Smiling Tiger Wu Zhiwei and Dragon-Catching Tiger Situ Haonan. The rest were his underlings, each with unfriendly eyes and a fierce demeanor.

Jiang Tiansheng picked up his teacup, raised it towards the camel, and exchanged pleasantries with a touch of politeness.

"I've known Uncle Camel for decades. Back when my father was alive, we often drank tea and chatted together, talking about the ways of the world."

"Although our two gangs inevitably have some friction from time to time, we all know in our hearts that most of the time it's just a show for the police."

"Ultimately, we are all from the same lineage of the Hongmen. Healthy competition and common development are the right path for us."

"When there is a wedding or funeral in a family, both sides will send people to give a gift; that's how good the relationship is."

"You are an elder; what do you think is the best way to handle this matter concerning Xiao B?"

Pheasant, standing at the back of the group, was struck dumb by what he heard.

This is completely different from what I knew!

Are the upper echelons of Hung Hing and Tung Sing really that close?

Back then, Little B repeatedly instructed that if you encountered any members of Tung Sing, you should beat them to death without any mercy if they dared to cause trouble.

When members of the lower classes meet, they fight tooth and nail, wishing they could kill each other.

How come when we get to the higher-ups, we can sit together so amicably, drink tea, and negotiate?

Pheasant couldn't help but steal a glance at Lin Fu, who immediately noticed his gaze and lowered his voice, reminding him in a tone only the two of them could hear.

"Observe more, listen more, speak less, don't ask questions you shouldn't ask, and just do your job well."

The pheasant nodded quickly, swallowing back the question that was on the tip of its tongue, but it became even more confused.

Camel pondered for a moment, then slowly put down his teacup, his tone carrying a hint of formulaic regret.

"We at Tung Sing are deeply saddened by what happened to Little B."

"No one wanted to see such a tragedy happen."

"Since Mr. Chiang trusts me so much and is willing to let me make the decisions, how about this: Hung Hing proposes a set of rules for compensation, and Tung Sing will accept them."

Camel, cunning and shrewd, skillfully shifted the ball back to Hung Hing with a single sentence, demonstrating his "sincerity" without revealing his own hand first, thus gaining the upper hand.

Jiang Tiansheng smiled slightly, turned to look at Ye Tian, ​​and his tone carried a clear hint.

"In that case, Ah Tian, ​​what do you think would be a reasonable way for Tung Sing to compensate us?"

Ye Tian inwardly complained, thinking to himself that he was destined to be a busybody, always having to do things that offended people.

He cleared his throat and spoke slowly, his tone carrying a hint of solemnity.

"Little B is Chiang's most staunch supporter, and his position in Hung Hing is quite extraordinary."

"To put it bluntly, his influence in Hung Hing is not much different from that of Uncle Ben in Tung Sing."

Situ Haonan, one of the "Five Tigers of Dongxing," was furious upon hearing this. He slammed his hand on the table, the loud noise shaking the teacups. He stood up abruptly, pointed at Ye Tian, ​​and roared.

"Nonsense! That little bastard B dares to compare himself to me? He's delusional!"

Ye Tian was interrupted, and an impatient look instantly appeared on his face. He looked coldly at Situ Haonan, his eyes full of sarcasm.

"Is this how Tung Sing teaches you manners?"

"How dare you, a junior, interrupt and cut in front of your elders?"

"Are you the leader of Tung Sing? Or is it that the leader of Tung Sing doesn't have the final say, and it's up to you, one of the Five Tigers, to make the decisions?"

"No wonder Yao Yang dared to openly murder our Hung Hing's Causeway Bay branch leader; it turns out he really died unjustly."

"It seems that just because the leader of Tung Sing has spoken, you Five Tigers can say you don't care and then you can ignore it."

"I've really seen what Dongxing's upbringing is like today. It lives up to its reputation. They don't even know the most basic rules."

Camel's face instantly turned ashen. He abruptly turned to look at Situ Haonan, his eyes filled with rage, clearly extremely dissatisfied with his reckless behavior.