I practiced my spirituality alone in Hong Kong.

Chapter 105 You and the fans are not important, it's important that you're not there.

Gun at the throat —

The once arrogant Nine Dragons Overlord was now sweating profusely, feeling an unprecedented fear as he looked at Li Chang'an.

Thump thump thump—

There was a knock on the guest room door.

With the hard, black muzzle of a gun lodged in his throat, Deng Ye said with difficulty and indistinctly, "Boss, uh—uh—go get them out of there, they definitely won't dare to try anything funny—"

Li Chang'an pulled the gun out of his throat, allowing Deng Ye to take a deep breath and finally regain his senses.

Feeling the chill behind him, he scrambled back to the window.

"Master Deng, Master Deng, are you alright? Were you calling us just now?"

Greetings came from outside the door; they could rush in as soon as Boss Deng gave the order.

But these people couldn't give Deng Ye a sense of security at all.

His intuition told him that if he dared to shout, the person outside the window could snap his neck in an instant.

Moreover, since that man had taken his gun, the few people who came in would be sitting ducks.

"Deng Ye?"

The knocking grew more urgent, as if the three men with red flower sticks were about to burst in at any moment.

Deng Ye, growing impatient, shouted, "Deng your mother's head!"

"What's all the noise about? I'm on the toilet! Are you guys going to knock on the door next time I'm having sex?!"

"Sorry, Mr. Deng, it's all Ah Bin's fault for mishearing—"

A low-pitched argument came from outside the door. The three men with red flower sticks carefully apologized to Master Deng and then withdrew.

A night breeze suddenly blew by.

When Deng Ye turned around, he found that Li Chang'an had been standing behind him at some point.

With the help of the lights inside the house, Deng Ye finally had a chance to take a look at the other person.

The mysterious person in front of me, wearing a baseball cap, looked clean and tidy, and had no climbing equipment such as ropes or hooks on him.

Deng Ye couldn't understand how the other party managed to stand on the hotel's exterior wall, which was tens of meters high, in an almost vertical position.

Furthermore, he was not particularly robust; in fact, he appeared much thinner than his own physique.

The sheer strength with which he had been so easily subdued by a single hand still made him feel suffocated when he thought about it.

Mysterious, powerful, descended from the sky.

It was simply—like a ghost or a god.

But Deng Ye believes that there are no ghosts or gods in this world.

Otherwise, how come those who died at his hands haven't turned into vengeful ghosts to take revenge on him after he's bullied men and women for so many years?

Even those who were worse than him lived to a ripe old age, enjoying wealth and luxury.

The world is definitely a place where the worst people enjoy life the most. If there were ghosts, it wouldn't be like that.

Therefore, he must be human, and as long as he's human, he can be bought off with benefits.

"Ahem, who exactly are you, sir? Who sent you? What do you want with me?"

Seeing that Li Chang'an remained silent, Deng Ye probed, "Are you from the Mei Zi Dui? Did Xi Huan send you?"

"Or is someone trying to buy my life? Name your price, and I can give you five or ten times the money."

Still US dollars, but it's a dollar!

Li Chang'an pulled over a chair, sat down with his sword drawn, and looked down at Deng Ye, who was squatting on the ground.

"I won't talk to you about knives yet, let's talk about your heroin business."

"White powder————"

Deng Ye's eyes lit up. "So you're here for the heroin business? No problem, no problem, I can cooperate with you! What percentage of profit do you want?"

"First, tell me where all the heroin in Hong Kong comes from."

"It's the Golden Triangle. The warlords there would use Thai ships or Vietnamese refugee boats as cover to send people here—"

Some of the goods remain in Hong Kong, while most are transshipped to Japan, Europe, and the United States.

Therefore, controlling the profits of transshipment and distribution is the most important thing, and to succeed in this, you need to own a shipping company and a port.

I happen to own a pier in Kowloon Bay, and I also have sales channels with the Yamaguchi-gumi in Japan. If you want it—”

As Deng Ye spoke, a hint of arrogance rose in his tone, and he stood up from his kneeling position.

In his view, since Li Chang'an was there to join the group, he was the one with the resources and therefore had the dominant position.

Therefore, he had the confidence to stand tall in front of Li Chang'an.

But Li Chang'an instantly raised his hand and grabbed his other hand, unleashing a burst of power to snap his wrist bone, interrupting Deng Ye's self-promotion.

Just as Deng Ye was about to cry out in pain, Li Chang'an shoved a shoe into his mouth, silencing his scream.

"Don't give me any other answers. I'll ask you questions, you answer them, understand?"

As Deng Ye tasted the mud in his mouth and felt Li Chang'an's condescending and contemptuous attitude, he felt a surge of anger.

Since becoming the Kowloon King, he had not experienced being trampled underfoot for more than 30 years.

"Which forces are involved right now?"

Li Chang'an disgustedly pulled the shoe out of his mouth.

Just as Dengye was about to spit out his drink, he felt Li Chang'an's gaze, remained silent for a moment, and then swallowed the mud in his mouth.

"When Limpy Ho was still alive, he monopolized the supply of goods in the entire Golden Triangle."

After he went to prison, the Golden Triangle's supply of goods was reopened to the entire Hong Kong.

The number of people involved—from large and small triads, illicit companies, and even some foreign forces—is countless—but the majority are still from Hong Kong's three major triads.

After listening, Li Chang'an closed his eyes.

He remembered Xu Nanjia's words.

She's right. Even if she killed Deng Ye, it wouldn't be difficult.

But there will always be new people willing to risk their lives to step up and fill Deng Ye's position.

Just like Crippled Ho, this big drug lord fell, but countless small drug lords grew up using his corpse as nourishment.

And it is also nurturing new drug lords like a breeding ground for poison.

Unlike the jobs Li Chang'an had performed before, the job of "Fu Shou Gao" was not something that could be solved by killing a few villains.

As Xu Nanjia said, this is a problem rooted in the rotten foundation of the British colonial government in Hong Kong.

Li Chang'an looked at Deng Ye, who was still boasting to him about his heroin business empire, and pondered a question.

His violence could not stop the resurgence of heroin in Hong Kong.

Is it possible to indirectly intervene in Hong Kong's underworld by using the leader of a triad as a "black glove"?

So————

Who should I choose for this black glove?

Deng Ye? No way.

This old devil is famous and capable, but he is too cunning.

Furthermore, his sins are too grave; to let him live would be unfair to the people he harmed.

Li Chang'an lowered his eyes and looked at Ge Yanshao, who was lying on the ground pretending to be asleep.

The kid's back was soaked with cold sweat, and he was still pretending to be unconscious with his eyes tightly closed.

Li Chang'an's lips curled up.

He is a weak man, but also the nominal leader of the number gang.

Li Chang'an has chosen his "gloves".

He got up and went to stand in front of Master Deng, looking down at him.

"Brother Deng, you've misunderstood something."

"What?"

"I'm not here to join your drug business, I'm here to destroy it."

Furthermore, the person who burned your goods in Yau Ma Tei was me. I am not from any force you suspect. The reason I burned your goods was simply because I happened to be passing by.

"The reason I came to find you is simply because your subordinate casually mentioned your name—"

So, Mr. Deng, your influence, your fanbase, and everything else are irrelevant. I don't care about anything about you; you're taking yourself too seriously.

Deng Ye paused for a moment, feeling a bit dazed.

What does that mean?

The reason this madman found me was simply because he happened to pass by the place where my men bought drugs, learned my name, and then came looking for me on his way.

Before this, he didn't even know who he was.

An unprecedented surge of anger welled up in Deng Ye's heart.

He spent his life on the battlefield and in the martial world, always living a life of danger, and never thought he would die a peaceful death.

But he absolutely would not allow anyone to think of him as an insignificant nobody!

"Then let me ask you, what's most important to you?"

Deng Ye shouted these words almost like a roar, then struggled to his feet and lunged at Li Chang'an.

Li Chang'an easily dodged Deng Ye's lunge like a python, then kicked him in the buttocks.

Deng Ye's body crashed through the window and fell down.

In the instant he fell, Dengye vaguely heard Li Chang'an's reply.

"Your absence is very important to me."

"Ah ah"

"Deng Ye!"

Hearing the screams, the double-red-flower-stick guards outside immediately tried to rush in.

Before they could even break down the door, Li Chang'an suddenly took a big step forward.

With a lower back and hips lowered, the body's neurons, far exceeding the normal number, frantically mobilize muscle fibers.

Li Chang'an's body swelled slightly, like a giant python coiling up and gathering power.

His muscles and bones tensed up, and the power throughout his body flowed through his spine, eventually converging on his shoulders and back.

Thick python seals off the mountain!

Li Chang'an took a step forward and charged forward, his shoulders and back slamming against the door like a giant python whipping its tail.

The wooden door suddenly burst open, carrying the three people outside into the air as they were thrown backwards and crashed heavily into the wall of the opposite corridor.

A few muffled groans could be faintly heard from behind the door, but the sound quickly faded away.

Li Chang'an walked up to Ge Yanshao, whose legs were trembling, grabbed him by the collar, and pulled him up.

"Sleeping is not allowed here."

"————Boss, please spare me! I really haven't harmed anyone, and I haven't sold any fans!"

I've only been in the underworld for a few months—pfft! I'm not even a member of the underworld, just a mascot in the gang!

Ge Yanshao gave a bitter smile that looked more like a grimace.

Li Chang'an put him down, reached out to straighten his disheveled collar, and asked, "Hey, do you want to be the real leader? To unify the currently fragmented Number Gang?"

"Whether you become famous or remain unknown, you choose from me."

"Clam?"

Ge Yanshao was stunned.