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

With the agreement reached, the atmosphere seemed to ease somewhat. However, both of them knew in their hearts that this "help" was essentially an act of taking advantage of someone's misfortune, and it also sowed the seeds for more friction in the future.

"Ah Xiong, do you really have absolutely no clue about this 'cross-river dragon'?" Uncle Quan asked, seemingly out of concern.

Master He shook his head, his face grim: "We sent out hundreds of brothers to inquire—the docks, the dormitories, the black market, the hospital…we checked every newcomer, the wounded, and the lone Northerner. Some seemed plausible, but in the end, none of them were. That guy seems to be able to disappear."

"Or...the guy wasn't alone at all?" Uncle Quan pondered. "Or maybe he wasn't injured at all? Or perhaps he's no longer in Kowloon West, or even in Hong Kong anymore?"

Master He frowned deeply. He had considered all these possibilities. If the enemy was more than one person, that would be even more troublesome. If they weren't injured, then the bloody battle on the beach was even more unbelievable—his men weren't made of paper. If they had already left Hong Kong… then the dozen or so lives he had lost and the face he had humiliated would truly be an unpayable debt.

"I will keep searching," Grandpa He said resolutely. "Even if I have to dig three feet into the ground, I will find him!"

After chatting for a few more minutes, Uncle Quan took Fei Jiming and got up to say goodbye.

After seeing Uncle Quan and his group off, Master He returned to the conference room. His face instantly turned ashen, and he slammed his fist hard on the rosewood table, making a dull thud.

"Damn it! Taking advantage of our misfortune!" he growled.

Scarface Rong asked cautiously, "Brother He, are we really going to give him 70% of the profits from the pier and Temple Street for three months? What about our own brothers?"

"Don't you have a better idea?" Master He glared at him. "Right now, 'Wo Yee On' is right in front of us. We're short-handed, and some people within our ranks are plotting against us. Uncle Quan may be greedy, but at least he's a fellow member. It's better to let him watch over our territory for now than to let 'Wo Yee On' take it away! At least in three months, we'll still have a chance to take it back!"

He took a deep breath, his eyes flashing with a fierce light: "The most important thing now is to find that big fish in the sea as soon as possible! As long as I take him down and get his head, I can regain my lost prestige! Then I can settle old scores and pay back debts! What Uncle Quan has swallowed, I will make him spit it out tenfold!"

"But Master He, the brothers really did their best..." Scarface Rong said with a bitter face.

"Try your best? Try your best and you haven't found a single hair in all these days?" Master He's anger flared again, but he quickly suppressed it. "Change the approach! Stop focusing solely on the new Northerner! Check if anything unusual has happened or anyone special lately! For example, someone exceptionally skilled? Someone who suddenly became rich? Someone who doesn't talk much but is very alert? Or someone with a child by their side?"

He paused, then added, "And, keep raising the stakes! Spread the word, the reward is 150,000! It's not just about clues; if anyone can bring that guy to me directly, or bring me his head, I, Lam Kwok-hung, will personally add another 50,000, for a total of 200,000! I want every snake and ant in Kowloon to hunt him down for me!"

HK$200,000!

Scarface Rong gasped. This number was enough to turn even the most timid and cowardly person into the most ferocious hunting dog!

"Yes, sir! I'll take care of it right away!" Scarface Rong perked up.

Grandpa Crane waved his hand, signaling him to leave.

Alone in the conference room, Master He walked to the window and looked out at the maze-like, dark buildings and narrow alleys of the walled city.

Two hundred thousand was one of the limits he could afford. This was not just a reward, but also a gesture, a declaration—Lin Guoxiong was not defeated, and he would take revenge at all costs!

That dragon crossing the river, no matter where you hide, no matter what your background is...

I'm going to dig you out.

Use your blood to wash away my shame and rebuild my authority.

Outside the window, an unknown commotion and strange smell emanated from the depths of the walled city.

Crane's eyes were even more profound and cold than the shadows outside the window.

The "help" from fellow disciples is like drinking poison to quench thirst.

The covetousness of foreign enemies is a blade hanging over one's neck.

And that enemy lurking in the shadows is the most poisonous thorn in my heart.

Under attack from three sides, he must be faster, more ruthless, and more reckless.

This clandestine battle in Kowloon West is about to become even more bloody and insane due to the increased bounty of HK$200,000.

This huge sum of money will ignite countless greedy eyes and hands yearning for power.

Meanwhile, at the eye of the storm, the northern visitor named Chen Feng was completely unaware of this.

He was immersed in the smell of engine oil in the repair shop and the simple dinner his sister had prepared, trying his best to play the role of an ordinary worker struggling to make a living.

But the HK$200,000 bounty storm has quietly taken shape and is slowly moving toward the inconspicuous streets and alleys of Sham Shui Po.

In the game between hunter and prey, the stakes have been driven up once again.

This time, however, it remains to be seen who the real hunter is.