Courtyard House: First, kill the hypocrites, leave none alive.

Chen Feng slowly chewed the rice in his mouth, his expression unchanged, as if he were just listening to a tale from the martial arts world that had nothing to do with him.

Master Zhang frowned, but didn't stop it. Such news spreads quickly among the lower-class residents, and you can't stop it.

Ah Bing, intrigued, chimed in, "I heard at the pier this morning that Boss He has put a HK$100,000 reward on a 'Northern Guy' (a slang term for a man from the North)! Apparently, this Northern Guy took down over a dozen of his men!"

"One hundred thousand?!" Ah Chang's eyes widened. "That much money? Enough to buy an apartment!"

"Yes, indeed!" Ah Bing said, beaming. "Right now, the whole of Kowloon is envious of those 100,000 dollars! Everyone's wide-eyed, trying to spot any suspicious Northerners!"

Finally, Chef Zhang couldn't hold back any longer and tapped the table with his chopsticks: "Hey! Have you said enough? Just eat quietly! If it's not our business, then don't meddle!"

Achang and Abing shrank back, no longer daring to speak, but their eyes still held the excitement and longing for the 100,000 yuan reward.

Chen Feng had finished eating. He put down his chopsticks, picked up the teacup next to him, took a sip, and his expression was calm as still water.

My heart was already in turmoil.

The increase in uniformed and plainclothes officers indicates that the police have intensified their investigations, and the pressure has indeed reached the grassroots level.

A bounty of 100,000 was offered to find a "Northern Guy"—that "Master He" was indeed determined not to give up, and the bounty was so huge that it was enough to turn countless low-level thugs and people who wanted to get rich into sniffer dogs.

Their description of the characteristics was vague: "Northerner." This term is so common on Hong Kong Island, with countless illegal immigrants, relatives, and workers arriving from the north every day. Finding a specific target based solely on this is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

But... what if we combine it with other features?

For example, is someone exceptionally skilled in physical combat?

For example, he might be carrying an injury?

For example, being alone, with a teenager?

Chen Feng glanced at Master Zhang and the two apprentices out of the corner of his eye. Their attention had already been diverted to the food after Master Zhang's reprimand, and no one was paying any special attention to him.

It's safe for now.

But we must not let our guard down. The temptation of HK$100,000 is too great. If anyone associates information such as "a northerner with excellent machine repair skills" or "a northerner with a boy" with the bounty, even if it is just a casual remark, it may attract unnecessary attention.

He needs to be more cautious.

In the afternoon, Chen Feng remained calm and efficient. He repaired the leaking gasoline can and welded a patch, and then helped Master Zhang calibrate the spindle precision of the bench drill. Occasionally, he would ask questions about local tool models and spare parts purchasing channels, behaving like an ordinary technician eager to learn and adapt to a new environment.

Master Zhang's impression of him improved more and more, and he even began to consider whether he could establish a longer-term cooperative relationship with him.

At the end of the day, Cheung readily counted out eight Hong Kong dollars and handed them to Chan Fung: "Mr. Chan, you've worked hard today. Your skills are truly impeccable. Will you be able to make it tomorrow?"

Chen Feng took the money and nodded: "Here you go. Thank you, Master Zhang."

"Okay! Same as usual, nine o'clock tomorrow morning." Master Zhang patted him on the shoulder. "Drive slowly and be careful on the road."

Goodbye, Master Zhang.

After leaving the repair shop, Chen Feng didn't go home immediately. As usual, he circled the nearby streets a few times to make sure no one was following him before heading towards Fu Rong Street.

The setting sun bathed the old buildings of Sham Shui Po in a golden hue. The streets were bustling with people, those hurrying home from get off work, and the cries of vendors rising and falling. Everything seemed so ordinary.

But Chen Feng's sharp eyes had already caught some subtle differences.

Two plainclothes men, seemingly strolling around, were spotted at the street corner, their eyes constantly scanning passersby.

Across the street, a uniformed police officer was checking the credentials of a street vendor carrying a load on a shoulder pole, his attitude more stern than usual.

He even caught a glimpse of a newsstand owner talking quietly with a short, stocky man with a tattoo on his neck as he passed by. The man was making hand gestures as he spoke, his eyes scanning the faces of passersby.

The 100,000 yuan reward has already begun to gain traction.

The number of eyes in the shadows is increasing.

Chen Feng quickened his pace and turned into a relatively quiet alley.

He needed to get home as soon as possible, check on Xiaoyu's safety, and then... reassess the situation.

HK$100,000 is a sword of Damocles hanging over one's head.

But for him, this was also an opportunity—an opportunity to gain a clearer understanding of his opponent's (Master He's) movements, and perhaps even to take advantage of the murky waters to do something.

The prerequisite is that he must be careful enough and discreet enough.

We absolutely cannot allow ourselves and Xiaoyu to become prey for that 100,000 yuan bounty.

He touched the eight sweaty coins of his wages in his pocket, then touched the cold, hard gun handle at his waist.

The struggle for survival begins the moment one sets foot on Hong Kong Island.

And now, the stakes seem to have been raised even higher without anyone noticing.

As night deepened, the lights of Sham Shui Po began to illuminate the town one by one.

Chen Feng's figure quickly blended into the urban light and shadow that intertwined prosperity and chaos, and disappeared.

Only those eyes, sharp as a hawk's even in the dim light, foreshadowed that this seemingly peaceful night might not be so peaceful after all.

Dusk falls earlier in Sham Shui Po than elsewhere. The narrow streets and buildings of varying heights cut off the daylight early, leaving only the sky tinged with an ambiguous orange-red by neon lights and the lights of countless homes.

Chen Feng did not go directly back to 132 Fu Rong Street.

He lingered a while longer in the Apliu Street market. It was late afternoon, the time when vendors were clearing out their stock and offering discounts; the air was filled with a lively, bustling atmosphere. He mingled in the crowd, his eyes quickly scanning the stalls on both sides.

First, he replenished his food supplies. In addition to the usual rice, flour, cooking oil, and vegetables, he specifically bought some items that could be stored for a long time: several kilograms of dried shrimp and scallops, several vacuum-packed sausages, two cans of luncheon meat, and several bags of hard, compressed biscuits—although the taste was far inferior to the military-grade compressed biscuits in his system space, they were common and inconspicuous. He divided these high-calorie, easy-to-store foods into several inconspicuous cloth bags.

Then he went into a clothing stall. The stall was filled with all kinds of cheap shirts, pants, and dresses, the fabrics were rough, but the colors and patterns were plentiful. The owner was a thin middle-aged woman, loudly greeting customers in Chaoshan dialect.

Chen Feng pointed to several floral shirts and dark trousers suitable for young girls hanging on the wall, and gestured with his hands to indicate Ming Xiaoyu's approximate height and build.

"A little girl? Fifteen or sixteen years old?" the proprietress asked in broken Cantonese.

Chen Feng nodded.

The proprietress deftly took down two sets of clothes and casually draped a plain scarf over them: "The weather's cool in the mornings and evenings, so wear a scarf. One set is eight dollars, two sets are fifteen dollars, and the scarf is free!"