Zombie Life Begins in Hongxi Village

After Bai Wuchang returned to his position, the framework of the underworld began to take shape.

However, there are still many missing major divine positions—the Night Wanderer, the five Yin Generals who are in charge of birds, beasts, aquatic creatures, and insects, as well as the City God and the Earth God, two earth deities in the mortal world.

The Night Guardians correspond to the Day Guardians; one governs the daytime, and the other governs the nighttime. Without the Night Guardians, the underworld's patrol system would be halved.

The other four Yin Generals also hold key positions in managing the souls of beasts in the underworld.

Although not as prominent as the Black and White Impermanence, the functioning of the underworld would be incomplete without them.

As for the City God and the Land God, they are the most basic tentacles of the underworld in the mortal world. Without them, the underworld's ability to monitor and control the mortal world would be greatly reduced.

Lin Yi didn't have any good candidates at the moment.

Hong Kong Island is known for its many hidden talents and geniuses, but those truly capable of fulfilling these extraordinary roles still require careful searching.

He plans to go out and visit whenever he has time.

Three months passed quickly.

During these three months, the Lin family's activities in Kowloon were extremely high-profile, with money being spent like water.

First, they invested in building a pharmaceutical factory.

I don't know where they imported advanced production lines for various antibiotics, and they even poached professional talents from Britain with high salaries.

Then a large hospital was built—

The Lam's Hospital is located next to Kowloon Tong, covering an area of ​​more than ten acres. It has a five-story main building and two auxiliary buildings, equipped with the most advanced X-ray machine and operating room in Hong Kong Island.

The hospital hired all the best doctors in Hong Kong, paying them twice as much as other hospitals, and even poached several foreign doctors.

They even bought a dock in the end.

That was one of the largest cargo terminals in Kowloon, originally belonging to a British trading company. Lin Yi directly spent two million pounds to buy it, along with three large commercial ships and two passenger ships on the terminal.

Two weeks ago, the Lin family officially registered and established "Umbrella Corporation," bringing pharmaceutical factories, hospitals, and docks under its umbrella.

The name Umbrella was obviously Lin Yi's quirky taste.

In just three months, Umbrella rose from zero to become the most sought-after new elite in Kowloon.

Building a factory, constructing a building, or buying a dock—each of these takes time.

For pharmaceutical factories and hospitals, it takes at least a year from design to completion just to build the building.

However, the Lin family had both financial resources and superhuman abilities to back it up, and managed to build it within three months.

With pharmaceutical plants and hospitals, Umbrella hired more than a thousand employees.

Including dockworkers, the Lin family employs more than two thousand locals in Kowloon.

Where does the money come from? This is a question that has puzzled the entire business community of Hong Kong Island.

Someone discovered that Lin Yi, the head of the Lin family, had once been a warlord in the mainland, commanding more than two thousand men and wielding considerable power in the Guangdong area.

Some people confidently asserted that Lin Yi must have unearthed some treasure from the previous dynasty before retreating, otherwise he wouldn't have such substantial wealth.

Some say that Lin Yi was a tomb-robbing warlord like Sun Dianying, and that all his wealth came from tomb raiding.

In short, opinions vary, and no one can be sure of the true nature of the Lin family.

It's not that no one has ever coveted the Lin family's assets. With such a large piece of fat meat hanging in front of their mouths, there are always those who are blind enough to want a bite.

But those who coveted the Lin family either died mysteriously or their families were destroyed.

A businessman named Zhao Jinlong privately contacted several Chinese businessmen in Kowloon, intending to join forces to short the Lin family's cash flow.

The next morning, his servants found him dead in his bed, his face contorted in a grotesque expression, as if he had seen something extremely terrifying before he died.

The forensic doctor examined the body for a long time but couldn't determine the cause of death. In the end, he could only vaguely write "sudden heart attack".

There was also a gang leader named Wang Tianba who led dozens of his men to block the entrance of Lin's Pharmaceutical Factory, saying that they wouldn't be allowed to start work unless they paid protection money.

That evening, Wang Tianba and his dozens of henchmen all disappeared.

Their family reported them missing to the police, and officers searched Kowloon for three days and three nights before finally finding them on an empty cargo ship at the pier.

Everyone huddled in the cabin, their eyes wide open like saucers, a strange smile on their lips, but they were all long gone.

Even foreigners are no exception.

The most typical example is Superintendent Edward of the Kowloon Police Station.

This Superintendent Edward is a typical colonizer. He usually dislikes the rise of Chinese businessmen and thinks these yellow-skinned monkeys don't deserve to have so much wealth.

He had just slammed his fist on the table at the police station that morning, saying he would teach the Lin family a lesson, and then he choked to death while drinking water that afternoon.

Yes, they choked to death on water.

A middle-aged white man took a sip of water from a glass, then choked, coughed a few times, turned blue, and slid off his chair to the floor. By the time the doctor arrived, he had stopped breathing.

The matter is not over yet.

That evening, Superintendent Edward's wife and two sons were driving home when their car plunged down a hillside, killing all three instantly.

……

From then on, no one dared to mess with the Lin family anymore.

In short, the Lin family is extremely sinister, and anyone who targets them never ends up well.

This statement has become an unspoken rule in Kowloon and even in the upper-class circles of Hong Kong Island.

With the Lin family's covert support, Lei Luo also climbed to the position of detective chief in these three months, which is the legendary sergeant, the highest position that a Chinese police officer can achieve.

Meanwhile, in the underworld, the Lin family also supported a new gang.

Of course, these are all minor matters and not worth Lin Yi's personal attention.

During this period, people frequently sent visiting cards, wanting to pay a visit to Lin Yi.

The Chinese businessmen on Hong Kong Island have a keen sense of smell and have long since caught wind of the Lin family's emerging power. Some want to get closer to them, some want to discuss cooperation, and some simply want to find out more about them.

Lin Yi basically avoids these extras whose names she's never even heard of.

But there are always exceptions.

A few days ago, a man named Lou Zhenye sent in a visiting card, requesting an audience with Lin Yi.

"Lou Zhenye?" Lin Yi looked at the name on the visiting card and felt that it sounded familiar.

He thought for a while, and then his eyes lit up—the man surnamed Lou, Lou Zhenye, could he be from Beijing?

He asked Cheng to inquire, and he was right.

Lou Zhenye is in his early thirties. A few years ago, he moved his family from old Beijing to Hong Kong Island and opened a textile factory in Kowloon. His business is neither too big nor too small, and he is considered a well-off businessman.

Lin saw him.

For no other reason than that, during the process of inquiring, he learned that Lou Zhenye had an older brother named Lou Zhenhua, who ran a steel rolling mill in Beijing.

Lou Zhenhua, Beijing, and steel mills—Lin Yi is extremely familiar with them—it's all from "Birds in the Courtyard."

This gave Lin Yi a strong urge to visit Beijing.

However, he also knew that the plot of "Birds in the Courtyard" would not begin until the 1960s, and it was still a long way off.

If you go to Beijing now, you can find steel rolling mills, but Sha Zhu and Xu Damao are either newborns or still wearing open-crotch pants, so you won't see anything exciting there.

He put the idea aside for the time being, deciding to consider it later.

That afternoon, Cheng suddenly knocked on the door and came in, saying that a man named Chen Chen had come to visit.

Lin Yi was taken aback, put down the novel in her hand, and frowned as she thought about it.

Chen Chen?

He didn't seem to know this person; heaven knows who was trying to curry favor with him.

"Go and send him away. Just tell him I don't have time." Lin Yi waved her hand dismissively.

At this moment, Uncle Shou, who had been waiting nearby, thought for a moment and then spoke:

"Sir, that Chen Chen seems to be the leader of the gang we've been supporting recently, the leader of the Axe Gang. You could say he's practically one of our own."

"We supported them?" Lin Yi became somewhat interested.

"Exactly."

"Am I the club's biggest water tap now?" Lin Yi chuckled.

He only said it casually, asking Uncle Shou to support a compliant force in the Hong Kong underworld.

I never expected that they would actually create a club for him.

He didn't know much about the triads in Hong Kong—in orthodox history, the triads in Hong Kong were nothing more than a few old-established gangs.

But in this world of movies and variety shows, the structure of gangs on Hong Kong Island is much richer than he imagined.

This tiny Kowloon district has dozens of triads.

Besides top-tier triads like the Fuk Hing Society, which boasts tens of thousands of members and dominates half of Kowloon, there are also many smaller triads with dozens, hundreds, or even just a few members.

Their names are incredibly varied, like the Crocodile Gang, the Wild Wolf Gang, and the Flying Eagle Gang—it sounds like a meeting at a zoo.

"Let him in."

Ah Cheng responded and turned to leave the study. A moment later, he led in a middle-aged man in his thirties wearing a black suit.

Lin Yi looked up and her gaze lingered on Chen Chen's face for a moment before she was taken aback.

That was a face he knew all too well—

Chen Chen? Brother Chen?

effort?

The original series was set in Shanghai in the 1940s, but in this film and television universe, the plot has been moved to Hong Kong Island.

The fighting prowess displayed by the characters in Kung Fu is not weak.

Especially in the later stages, Ah Xing could collapse a building with a single palm strike, and even a jumping zombie was no match for him.

It seems that in addition to cultivators, there are other extraordinary powers among the human race.

Chen Chen entered the study and first bowed respectfully to Lin Yi, his voice carrying just the right amount of respect:

"Chen Chen, leader of the Axe Gang, greets Mr. Lin. Thank you for your support of the Axe Gang during this time."

He kept his back bent and his posture very humble as he spoke.

This was the first time Chen Chen had seen the legendary head of the Lin family in person.

He was much younger than he had imagined, looking to be only in his early twenties.

Although Chen Chen appeared respectful on the surface, his eyes harbored a hyena-like greed.

Umbrella is currently enjoying great success, but it has only been in Hong Kong for a little over three months and its foundation is still weak.

As a member of the gang, he was no saint.

In his dictionary, the words loyalty and gratitude never existed.

Given the chance, he would definitely not hesitate to retaliate against the Lin family, and even swallow the entire Lin family whole.

By then, all the pharmaceutical factories, hospitals, and docks will belong to Chen Chen.

Lin Yi took in his subtle expressions.

With his current perception, he could see every increase in Chen Chen's heart rate, every contraction of his pupils, and every subtle twitch of the muscles at the corner of his mouth.

"Heh, you want to be like Lü Bu, but too bad I'm not Dong Zhuo."

Lin Yi sneered inwardly.

I'm bored anyway, so why not go and experience the storyline of "Kung Fu Hustle" live?

"Sit down." Lin Yi withdrew her gaze, casually waved to the chair opposite her, and said lazily.

Chen Chen straightened up and walked to the chair to sit down.

He noticed that Lin Yi hadn't ordered any servants to serve tea, and he felt somewhat displeased, but he dared not show it on his face. He simply kept his displeasure to himself.

Once we swallow up the Lin family, the first thing we'll do is deal with this arrogant brat.

"Ah Chen,"

Lin Yi leaned back in his chair, crossed his legs, and asked casually, "How many people are there in your Axe Gang right now?"

A smug look appeared on Chen Chen's face. He puffed out his chest, and his voice became more confident:

"Reporting to Mr. Lin, the Axe Gang has just absorbed the Crocodile Gang. They have about nine hundred registered members and another five or six hundred prospective members. They are one of the top gangs in the entire East District."

"Not bad, I have high hopes for you." Lin Yi praised absentmindedly, her fingers tapping lightly on the armrest, but her mind was on something else.

They had just swallowed the Crocodile Gang; that was right at the beginning of the story.

Looks like we don't need to wait anymore.

Seeing that Lin Yi seemed easy to talk to, Chen Chen took it a step further and said:

"Mr. Lin, I heard you used to be a warlord in the mainland. Do you have any connections that could help us procure a batch of weapons?"

Upon hearing this, Uncle Shou's expression changed drastically.

He knelt down with a thud, his voice full of self-reproach: "Master, it was this old servant's oversight."

Lin Yi waved her hand, telling him to get up.

"It's none of your business. I know you've been dealing with those ill-intentioned people lately."

Lin Yi's tone was calm, without the slightest hint of blame, "Those men in the guard company are ultimately only fit to be obedient soldiers, not worth much."

Chen Chen, who was standing to the side, sensed something was wrong. He was about to say something when Uncle Shou made his move.

Click.

Uncle Shou slapped him across the face.

Then his head turned a full 360 degrees around his neck and returned to its original position, only the skin on his neck was twisted into a pretzel shape.

His body twitched twice, then he slid off the chair and onto the floor like a lump of mud.

Lin Yi glanced down at him, her eyes full of disdain.

He could smell the pungent smell of opium emanating from Chen Chen's corpse—this guy was definitely a severe opium addict, with alarmingly high levels of opium toxins in his blood.

He couldn't absorb even a drop of that poisonous blood.

"Dispose of the body properly," Lin Yi instructed Shou Bo.

Then, with a thought, his body began to change.

In a short while, it transformed into Chen Chen's appearance.

"I need to change my clothes." Lin Yi looked down at her white shirt, which clashed completely with Chen Chen's black suit.

He took out a black suit from his storage ring and put it on, then straightened his collar and cuffs in front of the mirror.

The mirror reflected Chen Chen's face. He was in his thirties, lean and shrewd, and his black suit made him look even more energetic than he actually was.

Lin Yi adjusted her expression in front of the mirror—

His lips curled down slightly, his eyes turned fierce, and his brows furrowed slightly as usual, giving him a sinister and ruthless aura.