Starting from Hong Kong in 1988!

After recognizing the person who came.

No, that's not it.

Xu Guangkun shook his head with some regret and lowered his head again.

The place he's currently staking out is called Yining Pavilion, a detached private residence. The downstairs is bustling, while the upstairs is quiet, and it's mostly inhabited by middle-class and white-collar workers.

Of course, these things are not important.

Importantly, when he received the death warrant, his most respected uncle had summoned him here.

.....

Yining Pavilion, 8th floor, No. 3.

"Uncle, the leader is dead, and we need to elect a new leader."

Former gang leader Dafei crossed his arms and stared at his uncle. "Uncle, do you support me becoming the person in charge this time?"

"Dafei," the uncle said calmly, taking a sip of tea. "The gang can't let one person get too big. It has to be balanced. The reason I chose you last time was because of this. It's a rule that's been in the gang for decades, and it can't be changed."

Before Dafei could speak, one of his underlings said, "Uncle, Brother Dafei has done great service for the gang and spent so many years in prison for it. He's only just been released, so please help him out."

As he spoke, he took two bags from his pocket and placed them on the table.

The uncle glanced at the colorful US dollars inside, shook his head, and said calmly, "Dafei, you're not the only one serving time in prison. Everyone has done things for the gang, and everyone has contributed."

"Okay." Dafei lit a cigarette, his eyes arrogant. "Then I won't talk about the past. I'll talk about my strength now. I'm strong and well-equipped now, and many bosses have nodded and said they will fully support me."

"So, you insist on coming out to run?"

"Uncle asked."

"Yes." Dafei took a deep drag on his cigarette, his cold, dejected words escaping through his nostrils like a long, drawn-out stream of smoke: "Uncle, why won't you support me, is that it?"

"Yes, don't think about it anymore." The uncle nodded.

That's the end of the conversation.

Dafei glanced at his uncle, stood up, and said, "I will definitely choose the person in charge."

But before he could even reach the door...

Then his uncle's voice rang out from behind.

"Don't worry about it, Dafei. Who isn't greedy? When I was young, I also thought about taking over the family business, but my uncles told me that if you're going to retire, retire gracefully so you'll still be respected in your old age. Doing shady things will only lead to your death! In short, I won't agree. You can't be the one in charge."

As the most respected uncle, he wielded immense influence in the election. With these words, Dafei was effectively sentenced to death.

Dafei stopped.

"Uncle, you're not choosing me, fine, but you're stopping me too?"

The uncle drank his tea without turning around.

"Keep a close eye on your territory. Your area has the most nightclubs, smuggling, and gambling, and it's the most lucrative. The gang has already done enough for you; don't make things difficult for everyone."

"Good, good, good." Dafei turned around and looked at the back of the white-haired man's head, exclaimed "good" three times, drew the gun from his waist, and picked up the backrest of the sofa.

....

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

Dafei wiped the blood and cotton wool off his hands and turned to look at his terrified younger brother.

"Brother Fei, Uncle is dead. The gang will investigate thoroughly. He can't escape!"

"Who said I killed him? My uncle was already dead when I arrived." Dafei picked up the US dollars on the table.

"Who killed him?" the henchman asked in astonishment.

"It was clearly that madman Xu Guangkun who killed him. He's avenging his older brother." Dafei tossed the money to his underling and turned to go downstairs. "Hurry up and add this money to the bonus for chasing down Xu Guangkun, to avenge our uncle and fulfill our filial duty."

"Um, oh, oh oh." The younger brother, still a bit confused, hurriedly responded twice, took out his Motorola phone to let them know, and then went downstairs.

The two talked as they went downstairs.

"Now I have three uncles who agree to my taking over. If I can get three more in, the top position will be mine. Then you can be the head of the Tsim Sha Tsui branch, and we'll all be rich and prosperous together."

As they reached the door, the two were about to hail a taxi.

A man rushed over and collided head-on with Dafei.

"Damn it, are you blind?"

Dafei shoved the person aside and was about to continue cursing.

"Dafei, right?"

The visitor asked.

"Um?"

Dafei was taken aback and met a pair of eyes full of coldness.

"I haven't mistaken you for someone else." After saying that, the man suddenly pulled out his gun.

"Big brother!"

Before Dafei could react, he was pulled to the ground by his underlings.

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang!"

A tremendous roar and the smell of gunpowder exploded at the same time.

"Sizzle..."

"Ah! Run!"

"Is someone dead? Call 999 and call the crime squad to come over!"

The smell of blood, the screech of brakes, and the screams of those around me all rushed into my head at once.

Dafei struggled to his feet, his head spinning and his ears ringing. He looked around blankly. Several cars had crashed together, emitting white smoke. People around him were running. His underlings had been torn to shreds, and the shooter was rapidly changing magazines...

"Damn it!"

Dafei roared and reached for his waist. Just as he was about to draw his gun, he saw the man drop the gun that wasn't fully loaded and pull out another one from his waist first.

Dafei recognized the gun in the man's hand—a Desert Eagle. He also recognized the man holding the gun—that scoundrel.

"Choose that star..."

This was the last sentence Dafei left for the world.

"Bang!"

....

"Chairman Jiang?"

Jiang Sir looked at Jiang Lanxin sitting opposite him and said, "I also have the surname Jiang. In mainland terms, we should call each other family, right?"

"That's called the gate, sir."

Jiang Lanxin fiddled with her phone and teacup. "Tell me, Sir, what's the big deal that requires you to come all the way to the Walled City? You can't have come just to have tea with me, can you?"

Jiang Sir didn't mince words and went straight to the point: "Then I'll get straight to the point. Our Major Crimes Unit needs to enter the Walled City to investigate a case. Could you please make it easier for us?"

"Investigating a case?" Jiang Lanxin grinned, revealing her teeth: "If Inspector Jiang wants to investigate a case, just come on in. You guys call the shots in Kowloon."

"You don't want to?" Jiang Sir glanced at her.

"Wow. I'd do it with both hands."

Jiang Lanxin exaggeratedly raised her hands, "But what is it that requires your Major Crimes Unit to come in personally? Has some major wanted criminal entered the walled city?"

Jiang Sir placed the photo on the table.

"This man is Xu Guangkun. He should be well-known throughout the underworld by now. You should also know what he's been up to."

"Huh." Jiang Lanxin looked at the photo with a blank expression, just as blank as she was when she faced Yin Tao.

"Never heard of it? Is your stronghold so isolated from the world?"

Jiang Sir raised an eyebrow and explained, "He killed the leader of Wo Shing yesterday..."

He was halfway through his sentence when his walkie-talkie rang.

"Jiang Sir, someone's investigating. The leader of the Wo Shing triad, Da Fei, is dead, and so is my uncle..."

Jiang Sir turned off the walkie-talkie, took a deep breath, and said, "He must have killed a few more."

"Then why isn't Inspector Jiang going after them?"

Jiang Sir gave her a deep look. "In short, this guy can only stay in the Walled City for now. I hope your committee can help me find out about him and locate his residence."

Jiang Lanxin tapped the table with her finger, weighed the options for a moment, and then blurted out, "Are there any benefits?"

Jiang Sir was taken aback, and after thinking for a long time, said, "It's about police-community cooperation."

Jiang Lanxin chuckled and nodded: "Finding someone? That's easy. Just wait for news, Jiang Sir."

....