I practiced my spirituality alone in Hong Kong.

For several hours in the afternoon, Li Chang'an immersed himself in flow, raising his Snake Fist proficiency to 65 points, a level he had temporarily neglected due to practicing Eagle Claw Grappling.

That afternoon, when they finished work, Chen Yuanlong led a few of his stunt brothers to find Li Chang'an.

"Anzai, let's go to Tsim Sha Tsui for a big meal, and afterwards we can go to a dance hall to loosen up our muscles."

Several martial arts instructors nearby joined in the laughter and chatter.

"If we had skills like yours, Master Li, and showed off a few moves at the dance hall, all the beautiful girls would be flocking to us tonight!"

"That's right, Mr. Li, go to the dance hall and show the ladies what's what!"

Before Li Chang'an could speak, a gentle voice suddenly interrupted.

"A dance hall...can I come along too?"

Wen Zhilan strolled over slowly from the side, smiling at everyone.

Chen Yuanlong reacted the fastest, immediately turning around and running away.

"Ah! Anzai, I suddenly remembered that Director Yuan wants to discuss some script-related matters with me, so I'll have to go now! Let's have dinner together another day!"

The other martial arts masters smiled awkwardly at the sight.

"Oh, Mr. Li, I still have to pick my child up from school. Let's get together another day, another day!"

"I need to go to the hospital to see my father."

"Me too..."

The martial arts masters who were just making a ruckus vanished in the blink of an eye.

Wen Zhilan turned to look at Li Chang'an, blinking innocently as if to say:

"Am I that scary? Why are they all running so fast?"

"...It was clearly you, class monitor, who deliberately scared them away."

Wen Zhilan did not argue when she heard this. Instead, she stretched gracefully like a cat stretching its body.

"Hmm~ After all, I promised Xingning I'd keep an eye on you and make sure you don't get led astray. As Xingning's best friend, it's definitely my duty!"

"Alright, everyone's gone now... Li Chang'an, how about you treat me to dinner after dark?"

Upon hearing this, Li Chang'an subconsciously touched his waist pouch.

Although he trusted that his considerate class monitor wouldn't let him treat her to a particularly expensive meal, he knew that any restaurant that Miss Wen knew about couldn't be cheap either.

So, to avoid the embarrassment of not having enough money for dinner tonight, he asked Director Yuan for an advance of half a month's wages.

……

……

Ding ding dong~ Ding ding dong~

As the school dismissal music played over the loudspeakers, students from Sai Wan Yuk Choi Secondary School dashed out of the school gates.

Ruan Xiaotang said goodbye to Chen Yuesheng, who was waiting at the school gate.

Chen Yuesheng nodded and said:

"I have some things to take care of at home today, so I can't wait up for your brother Chang'an. But Xiaotang, you must go home early and don't go to dangerous places."

"Okay, goodbye, Teacher Chen."

Upon hearing that Chen Yuesheng was busy, Ruan Xiaotang breathed a sigh of relief and quickly walked out of the school gate.

She went to the side of the street and looked around, but did not see Li Chang'an.

Just then, Li Changning's voice rang out.

"Sister Xiaotang, I'm here."

"Changning, little brother? Where did your older brother go?"

"This afternoon, an auntie who drives a Bentley came to me and said that my brother has something to do tonight and may be back late. She asked me to pass on her message to you."

"The auntie who drives a Bentley?"

"Well, I'm also wondering how my brother got involved with someone who drives a Bentley. But the aunt seemed friendly, so it shouldn't be a bad thing."

Upon hearing this, Ruan Xiaotang's heart skipped a beat. Subconsciously, she remembered the hickey she had seen on Li Chang'an's shoulder yesterday afternoon.

Little Strawberry, Rich Person, Auntie, Not Going Home...

After all the clues were put together, Ruan Xiaotang's face turned deathly pale, and a terrible thought arose in her mind.

Could it be that... Brother Chang'an is now being kept by a very rich female mosquito!

Quack! I absolutely refuse to accept this kind of thing!!

Meanwhile, at the other street corner of Sai Wan Yuk Choi Secondary School.

Chen Yuesheng stood in the public phone booth, his fingers gripping the red microphone slightly, his tone filled with barely suppressed impatience and annoyance.

"What do you want that makes me have to go back to Kowloon in the next couple of days?"

"Ah Sheng, I know you hate the old man and don't like this family."

"But the old man's health is failing, you should come back and see him. He has always felt guilty towards you..." A deep, hoarse male voice came from the microphone.

Chen Yuesheng remained silent for a moment, then coldly uttered, "Understood."

Just as she was about to hang up, a voice came through the receiver again.

"The selection for the next leader of the Wo Shing Wo triad is about to begin. I want to run for the position of leader while the old man still has influence."

Ah Sheng, when you come back this time, you either stay in Kowloon with me, or you go abroad to the UK or the US to avoid the situation for a while.

If you continue to stay on Hong Kong Island, you'll easily attract the attention of other potential leaders, which is unsafe...

"Unsafe?!"

Chen Yuesheng seemed to recall something terrifying. She suddenly raised her voice, her whole demeanor like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, and yelled into the telephone receiver:

"Damn you, Chen Dingkun, you still want to be the leader?"

Have you forgotten how your father and mother were murdered in order for your grandfather to become the leader?

What's the use of keeping him by your side? That year, Dad was by Grandpa's side, and he was still hacked to death!

Is seeking refuge abroad even useful? My mother took us to Japan back then, but the assassins still caught up with us!

"If it weren't for Grandma drawing the assassin away, Chen Dingkun, you'd be dead in Japan by now! How dare you say you want to run for the leadership position in front of Grandma's grave?!"

Faced with Chen Yuesheng's angry questioning, the man on the other end of the microphone remained surprisingly calm.

"Ah Sheng, don't you understand? Grandpa's candidacy for the head of the family is the guarantee of our family's stable development. This is not a source of trouble..."

"fart!"

Chen Yuesheng interrupted his brother, his eyes reddening.

"Chen Dingkun, I'll say it one last time, that's your Wo Shing Wo, not mine! I'm not a member of the triads, not ever!"

"I live an upright life, why should I have to hide and run for the sake of a gangster like you? The thing I hate most in this life is the underworld!"

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone before a slow, gentle instruction came through:

"It's going to rain heavily in Hong Kong tonight, remember to bring an umbrella when you come back—"

Before he could finish speaking, Chen Yuesheng slammed the phone down and left the phone booth with a loud "bang".

……

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Temple Street, Yau Ma Tei, Kowloon.

As night deepens, countless migrant workers pour into the city after finishing their shifts at factories or office buildings, and one by one, the food stalls along the streets light up.

Especially in Yau Ma Tei Temple Street, a popular spot for late-night snacks in Hong Kong, hundreds of stalls are lined up in a row, with smoke billowing from the open-air food stalls, bustling with people, and the clinking of bowls and chopsticks creating a lively atmosphere.

As evening falls, the bustling city is filled with the sounds of people, and the lights of a thousand homes illuminate the smoke rising from their chimneys.

Young man, you have arrived at the Temple Street Night Market in Kowloon City. [Primordial Qi +0.01]

"Squad leader, you asked me to bring you out here just so you can eat at street food stalls and have late-night barbecue?"

Looking at the crowded street stalls and then at Wen Zhilan who was already impatiently waiting beside him, Li Chang'an felt like he was dreaming.

"Don't just stand there, Li Chang'an. I'm not some otherworldly fairy. What's wrong with liking street food and barbecue?"

My family is very strict; the last time I secretly sneaked out to eat at a street stall in Temple Street was a year ago.

Wen Zhilan swallowed hard, her eyes shining as she looked at the scallops and oysters grilling on the grill beside her.

She quickly pulled Li Chang'an down to sit, picked up the menu, and started drawing.

"Spicy cart noodles, stir-fried clams with black bean sauce, salt and pepper squid, stir-fried crab with ginger and scallions, curry fish balls..."