Hong Kong variety show: Hung Hing, are you contributing to society?

"I remember now, Dong-ge!"

Last night...yes, last night, a girl called me and said she got a nice car, a really high-end one, a Bentley!

They asked if I was interested in taking over... but I'm a principled person; I don't touch cars that are too hot to handle...

But that girl said she was willing to sell it at a low price... so I arranged to meet her later today to see the goods, but I haven't seen the truck yet! Really! I swear!

Da Sha's voice was tinged with obvious sobs and a pleading tone. He tried hard to recall, afraid of missing any detail, "I've had contact with her a few times..."

"I think her name was something like 'Little One,' right! It's that little punk girl, Fei Hong from the Chang Le Gang!"

He specifically mentioned "Chang Le Gang Fei Hong," perhaps subconsciously wanting to use the name of another gang to slightly balance the oppressive feeling brought by Lin Yao Dong, but he regretted it as soon as the words left his mouth, which seemed more like shirking responsibility.

Little one...could it be Little Mute Paris...? Lin Yaodong's heart skipped a beat, and his eyes behind his glasses flickered almost imperceptibly.

"Every time we finish a transaction, she contacts me with a different number." Seeing Lin Yaodong's expressionless face, Da Sha became even more uneasy and quickly added, as if this would prove his sincerity.

"I'm giving you the number she left when she last contacted me! I'll write it down for you right away!"

He fumbled in the pocket of his stained jacket, pulling out a crumpled, empty cigarette pack.

He then hurriedly turned to a younger henchman beside him, who was clutching his stomach and had a deathly pale face: "A pen! Quick, is there a pen?!"

Big Fool's underlings are mostly fishmongers, and they all carry a counter.

Despite the pain, the younger brother pulled a ballpoint pen from his pocket that was almost out of ink.

Da Sha took the pen, his hand trembling violently. He opened the cigarette box and wrote a string of numbers crookedly on the relatively flat back.

After writing it down, he held the note, which carried his hope of "redeeming himself through meritorious service," in both hands and respectfully presented it to Lin Yaodong, his fingertips still trembling slightly uncontrollably.

Lin Yaodong reached out and picked up the note with two long, slender fingers. His gaze lingered on it for less than a second, as if he were just confirming that there were indeed words on it, before casually handing it to Xiao Fu beside him.

Xiao Fu took the note, glanced at it carefully, then silently folded it and put it into the inside pocket of his suit.

We have a direction now.

Lin Yaodong gently straightened the untangled cuffs of his suit and stood up.

His simple action made Da Sha and his still-mobile underlings instinctively shrink back, thinking that something was about to happen again.

Seeing that Lin Yaodong simply stood up, everyone felt as if they had been granted a pardon. They hurriedly struggled to their feet, bowing and scraping, their faces plastered with fawning and fearful smiles, wanting nothing more than to quickly send this scourge away.

Lin Yaodong stopped in front of the car door that Abu had opened. Gao Jin and Xiao Fu were already standing on either side of the door.

Chan Ho-nam, Chicken, Tai Tin-yi, and the others also walked towards their cars.

The tense atmosphere on the dock seemed to finally begin to ease.

However, just as Lin Yaodong was about to step onto the train carriage, he seemed to suddenly remember something and stopped moving.

Then, amidst everyone's astonished and uncertain gazes, he slowly withdrew his foot, turned around, and faced Da Sha and the others.

His seemingly casual turn had a surprising effect.

"Whoosh—" A series of chaotic footsteps made Da Sha and his group of frightened henchmen almost think that Lin Yaodong had changed his mind and was going to settle scores later. They instinctively wanted to turn around and leave.

As the leader, Da Sha tried to remain calm, but the trembling in his voice betrayed his inner fear: "Brother Dong... is there anything else you need?"

He forced a smile that looked more like a grimace onto his swollen face as he cautiously inquired.

Lin Yaodong raised his hand and gently pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses.

His gaze, tinged with amusement, swept over Da Sha's face, a mixture of blue and purple bruises, etched with fear. His tone was as relaxed as if he were chatting casually.

"Oh, it's nothing serious."

He paused, organizing his thoughts, "It just suddenly occurred to me that I actually quite like the seafood at Sai Kung Pier; it's so fresh."

He changed the subject, his tone still calm but carrying an undeniable pressure: "But just now, Big Fool, you said... Saigon doesn't welcome us Hung Hing kids?"

These words were like a thunderclap, exploding in Da Sha's ears.

"Snapped!"

A crisp, loud slap abruptly shattered the brief tranquility of the dock.

It wasn't someone else who hit him; it was Da Sha himself who slapped himself hard across the face.

The force was so great that everyone present could hear it clearly.

Five clear finger marks immediately appeared on his already swollen face, which visibly swelled up.

The burning pain stimulated his nerves, but Da Sha couldn't care less at the moment. He smiled and said, "I was just talking nonsense, bullshit! Brother Dong, please don't take it to heart."

Saigon welcomes you anytime! Welcome, brothers of Hung Hing!

"Want some seafood? Come anytime! I, Da Sha, will personally prepare the freshest and best for you!"

He practically shouted these words, as if afraid that Lin Yaodong wouldn't hear his "confession."

The talkative pheasant, always eager for drama, joined in, grinning and asking, "So, are you happy to welcome me, the pheasant?"

"Welcome! Welcome! Brother Chicken is always welcome too!" Big Fool hurriedly agreed. Now, let alone Chicken, even if it were a Hung Hing gatekeeper, he would treat him like an ancestor.

When Chen Haonan, Da Tian Er, and the others saw Da Sha's comical appearance of being arrogant at first but then obsequious and slapping himself, and recalling his arrogant and domineering behavior just now, they couldn't help but burst out laughing.

The frustration of the past few days and the tension of the fight just now seemed to dissipate a lot with this laughter, and I felt much more relaxed.

However, Lin Yaodong seemed to be still not satisfied.

He seemed to suddenly remember another trivial matter, his gaze sweeping over Da Sha's wretched face again, and he casually added a question, his tone as nonchalant as if asking about the weather:

"Then... what about voting?"

"Vote?" Da Sha was stunned for a moment, his mind not quite processing it.

How did the fierce battles in the martial arts world suddenly turn into a vote?

But he was a seasoned veteran who had worked his way up from the bottom for many years, and he immediately realized that in order to show off his "influence" in Saigon to Lin Yaodong, he had boasted that he could influence the votes here and support candidates for elections.

Da Sha immediately pounded his chest loudly, like beating a drum, and shouted as if making a vow: "Yes! Absolutely! Brother Dong!"

"From now on, if you run for office, let alone this small community committee member, even if you were to run for Governor of Hong Kong! I, Da Sha, will definitely vote for you! I'll bring all my brothers to vote for you! Anyone who doesn't vote for you is a bastard! May they be childless and without descendants!"

To increase his credibility, he even made a solemn oath.

Upon hearing this, Lin Yaodong suddenly revealed an even more meaningful smile.

This smile no longer carried the playfulness of before; instead, it revealed a sense of insight and calculation.

People like Da Sha, though not respectable, still control this small port in Saigon.

People from all walks of life gather here, and they are well-informed.

Moreover, places like docks are convenient for smuggling people across borders or even smuggling insignificant items.

Taking him down now might get you a small system reward, but it won't make much difference.

Instead, keep it, give it a little polishing, and maybe it will come in handy in the future.

A local strongman, if used properly, can achieve unexpected results.

Thinking of this, Lin Yaodong said calmly, "Leave your number."

"Uh...?" Da Sha was stunned again, completely unable to keep up with Lin Yaodong's jumping thoughts.

Just now they were about to fight and kill, and now they're asking me for my number?