Hong Kong: Black Gold Tycoons

An hour later.

Causeway Bay.

This place gets very lively at night.

The sounds of people, cars, and vendors mingled together, carried by the salty sea breeze, filling the entire block to the brim, just like Deborah at that moment.

There are at least several hundred open-air stalls, lined up one after another, creating a dazzling display of light and shadow.

The sounds of vendors hawking their wares, customers chatting, and music playing from merchants rose and fell, while brightly colored signs and lights mingled, and the enticing aromas of the food stalls whetted the appetite.

Under the dazzling neon lights, the city's nighttime hustle and bustle is ignited.

The crowd was so dense that people were shoulder to shoulder. There were workers who had just finished get off work, young couples strolling hand in hand, and neighbors buying snacks with their children.

Several thugs with cigarettes were also seen moving between the stalls collecting protection money and harassing young women who passed by.

He uttered frivolous and vulgar words while his hands restlessly tried to lift the girls' skirts, frightening them so much that they turned pale and retreated repeatedly.

Just then, one of the gangsters with dyed blond hair caught sight of a woman in a white dress with long, curly hair and instantly perked up.

Especially when she turned around, her eyes held a touch of allure, making her particularly eye-catching under the neon lights.

The blond-haired man immediately nudged his two companions and gestured towards the woman with his chin.

After seeing the woman's face clearly, the men's faces gradually revealed malicious smirks, their eyes fixed on her, clearly intending to take advantage of her.

The group then huddled together and whispered among themselves before swaggering toward the woman with arrogant strides and cigarettes dangling from their mouths, drawing stares and disapproval from passersby.

As he approached, the blond-haired man reached out to touch the woman's buttocks.

But just as his hand reached out, before it even touched Deborah's clothes, Chen Fei noticed it instantly.

Chen Fei grabbed Huang Mao's wrist with his backhand, twisted the joint, and broke his hand.

Click!

After a crisp sound.

The blond-haired man immediately let out a heart-wrenching scream: "Ah! My hand!"

The scream instantly shattered the liveliness of the night market, and the surrounding stall owners and diners scattered.

The previously crowded area instantly cleared out, with some people watching from a distance and others quickly packing up their belongings to avoid being caught in the crossfire.

Deborah was startled by the sudden scream behind her and quickly turned around.

A blond-haired man was curled up, his forehead covered in cold sweat, and he was groaning in pain.

Because one of his hands was still being held by Chen Fei.

Deborah quickly took two steps back.

When Huang Mao's two accomplices saw that he was injured, their expressions changed drastically, filled with shock and anger.

One of the tattooed youths yelled, "You fucking..."

Before he could finish speaking, Chen Fei slapped him across the face.

Snapped!

The tattooed youth had two teeth knocked out instantly.

Chen Fei said, "Sorry, I was too fast. What do you want to say? Continue."

"Fuck you, you old man..."

Snapped!

Another resounding slap landed on the other side of his face, making him see stars and his head buzz.

Chen Fei said, "Believe it or not, I'll chop off your filthy hand!"

Deborah realized what he meant: "He wanted to touch my butt?"

Chen Fei nodded and then broke off Huang Mao's fingers one by one.

With each hair broken off, Huang Mao let out a pitiful scream.

In a short while, all five of his fingers bent backward.

The next instant, Deborah kicked the tattooed youth in the groin.

"Oh……"

The tattooed youth let out another fierce scream and knelt on the ground.

Deborah angrily retorted, "You're so young and already learning bad habits, touching girls' butts like that! Why don't you go back and touch your mother's?"

The remaining young man with the earring was not afraid, even though he saw that his two companions were injured.

He stretched out his hand and roared, "I think you're fucking asking for death! Do you even know we're Hong...?"

Before he could finish speaking, Chen Fei grabbed his hand and snapped off his outstretched fingers.

click!

My index finger is broken!

"Ah, my hand, let go, let go!" The young man with the earring twitched in pain.

He tried desperately to pull his hand back, but it was no use.

"Just a broken finger and you scream like a pig being slaughtered? You can't even handle that? How can you still be in this business?" Chen Fei grabbed his other finger.

"No, no..." The young man with the earring hurriedly shook his head, his eyes filled with terror.

But Chen Fei ignored him and snapped the finger off.

"Ah!" The young man with the earring was in so much pain that he broke out in a cold sweat.

Chen Fei grabbed his other finger: "Tell me, what's your background? I want to see what kind of connections you three short mules have. If you can't handle this, I'll kill all three of you and then run away."

click!

Then they broke off that finger.

This guy's got a real tough nut to crack!

The young man with the earring hurriedly shouted, "Ah...we're from Hung Hing, boss, please let us go, we know we were wrong."

"You admit you're wrong already?" Chen Fei was a little disappointed. "I was hoping you'd be more assertive."

"Big brother, big brother, I'm not tough at all." The young man's face turned pale, and he knelt down with a thud, shaking his head desperately. "I'm just a spineless coward, please, big brother, have mercy."

Chen Fei released his grip, and the young man with the earring finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But the next second, Chen Fei grabbed his throat again, "Brother, you're unlucky, your hands are too clumsy. Be a mollusk in your next life."

Seeing that he seemed genuinely terrified, the young man with the earring hurriedly cried out, "Big brother, spare me! I didn't do anything!"

"That makes sense." Chen Fei nodded. "You just said you were from Hung Hing?"

"right."

"Then the two of them?"

"Yes."

"You should have said so earlier." Chen Fei grabbed his severed finger and pulled him up from the ground. "I have some connections with your leader, Jiang Sheng. If you had said you were from Hung Hing earlier, none of this would have happened. Why didn't you say so sooner?"

The young man with the earring grimaced in pain, but dared not utter a sound.

Instead, he cautiously asked, "Brother, what do you think of this matter...?"

Just as Chen Fei was about to speak, he heard someone call out to him, "Brother Fei, what's up?"

He looked up and saw that it was Chen Jiaju.

He laughed and said, "Teaching a few short, clueless mules a lesson while strolling around town?"

"I suppose so." Chen Jiaju stepped forward and lowered his voice, saying, "Brother Fei, we can't kill all these stubbles. That's enough. A few stubbles aren't worth causing a bloodbath."

Chen Fei nodded. "You're right."

If Deborah hadn't been with him, he definitely would have gone to Hung Hing.

However, it's not about making enemies with Hung Hing, because sometimes these short mules are more useful than police officers.

They'll do a lot of things as long as you pay them.

But if these people are blind, they might smuggle something into their territory and then have Chan Ka-kui sweep it up. I just don't know if Chan Ka-kui has the ability to do that.

If you don't have that capability, just throw that heavy machine gun that's out of bullets over there.

That will definitely give Hung Hing a run for their money.

He waved to the blond-haired group, "Get lost."

Huang Mao and his gang felt as if they had been granted a pardon, and quickly helped each other away, not daring to utter any harsh words.

Deborah asked curiously, "Do you really have a relationship with Jiang Tiansheng?"

"I saw it in the newspaper," Chen Fei said with a smile. "I guess we can be considered nodding acquaintances."

After briefly greeting Deborah, Chen Jiaju said, "Brother Fei, I have other things to do, so I won't bother you any longer."

Watching him leave in a hurry, Chen Fei thought to himself that Chen Jiaju probably wasn't out shopping; he was definitely still investigating that heavy machine gun.

I couldn't help but think: being a police officer is really tough.

It's better to be like this, working as an escort for someone else's fiancée.

Accompanying someone to eat, drink, and play.

It really puts your kidneys to the test.

While strolling around, my attention was suddenly drawn to a customer at a nearby beef offal stall.

The man was wearing a tattered trench coat and was wolfing down his food.

It looked like he was hiding something under his lower back. When he bent over, you could clearly see that the thing under his clothes was long and narrow.

The silhouette disappeared quickly as he stood up.

When he bent down again, Chen Fei finally saw it clearly.

That was a military dagger.

……