Hong Kong variety show: I wanted to be a lawyer, but I became a big shot.

Di Qiu didn't reply, but just gave a cold snort.

He was much more clear-headed than Master Ding.

Until the situation in the fortified city is resolved, that money cannot be received.

Not to mention that Hung Hing members have already entered the Walled City, and Tung Sing needs more than just money to drive them out.

Although Tung Sing has some roots in the New Territories, if they were to go head-to-head with Hung Hing, the odds would be at most 30/70.

In just three days, Tung Sing was beaten seven times by Hung Hing.

Camels are not stupid, of course; if a real fight breaks out, they might not be willing to fight to the death.

However, since Camel has agreed to his request, he must have some killer move that no one knows about.

Well, let's wait and see what Dongxing does first.

There was a moment of silence in the carriage.

The street scene outside the window kept receding, and neon lights swept across Di Qiu's face piece by piece.

He leaned back in his leather seat, his brow furrowed, his mind replaying the scenes of tonight's negotiations.

Kowloon Walled City, Camel, Hung Hing, Lam Pak...

These names were tangled together like a mess of yarn, making his temples throb.

Just as Di Qiu was feeling troubled, Ding Ye, who was next to him, suddenly seemed to remember something and leaned close to his ear mysteriously.

"By the way, Brother Qiu, I have some news for you."

"What news?"

"The person you've been looking for all these years, the son of the notorious killer Ah Chan, has returned to Hong Kong Island."

"What did you say?!"

Di Qiu sat up abruptly as if he had been electrocuted.

His eyes widened, and an uncontrollable surge of excitement instantly welled up on his face.

The obese body turned around completely, grabbed Ding Ye's collar with such force that it almost lifted him off his seat.

Are you serious?

"Where did you get this information?"

Ding Ye was startled by Di Qiu's words and almost choked on his own saliva.

He frantically slapped Di Qiu's hand away, panting heavily.

"Ahem!"

"Damn, you almost crushed me to death!"

"Unlike you, I don't spend all day practicing martial arts. My body is weak and can't withstand your kind of exertion!"

Di Qiu coldly released his grip, but couldn't suppress the excitement on his face.

His breathing became heavy, his chest heaving violently, and his eyes shone frighteningly bright in the dimly lit carriage.

"Stop talking nonsense."

"Tell me quickly, where is that man's son?"

Dingye rubbed his neck, his small eyes darting around, and said with a grin.

"Hehe, no problem, no problem."

"However, I have one small condition."

"What are the conditions?"

"Could you cover the deposit for the camel?"

Di Qiu's face instantly darkened.

He stared intently at Master Ding, his gaze unusually cold.

The temperature inside the carriage seemed to drop several degrees, and even the driver in front subconsciously shrank his neck, not daring to breathe.

"Ah Ding, you'd better not be playing tricks on me."

"Otherwise, I'm really afraid I won't be able to control myself and will crush your neck!"

His voice was calm, yet it carried a sinister killing intent.

Ding Ye felt a chill run down his spine from the look in his eyes, but he still had a smile on his face.

He knew where Di Qiu's weakness lay, and he knew even better what this news meant for Di Qiu.

That was a deep-seated hatred stemming from the murder of his wife and children. Having spent so many years with Di Qiu, he knew all too well the weight that the name A Zhan carried in Di Qiu's heart.

"How could I dare, Brother Qiu!"

"We've known each other for decades, when have I, A-Ding, ever lied to you?"

"Besides, this message cost me a lot of money, it's definitely worth having!"

Di Qiu remained silent for a moment.

"good!"

"I'll cover the cost if your information is true."

"But if you dare to lie to me, don't blame me for turning my back on you."

He has never been tolerant of anything related to his wife, children, or enemies.

Everything in this world can be discussed, except for this matter, which is not open to negotiation.

Ding Ye nodded quickly, took out a neatly folded piece of paper from the inside pocket of his suit, and handed it to Di Qiu.

"Hey, the information is all on there."

"The address, name, and current identity have all been verified."

"I only just heard about this myself."

"My relative's son works at the police station. He mentioned this to me when he came to have dinner with me a couple of days ago, and that's how I found out that the kid has already come back."

"Otherwise, how would I have been able to find out all this?"

Di Qiu took the note and eagerly unfolded it.

His gaze swept over the handwriting on the paper, and his expression suddenly changed drastically.

Shock, anger, disbelief—a mix of emotions surged across his face.

His fingers were trembling slightly as he gripped the note, the paper becoming deformed from his grip.

"Damn it!"

"Tornado, how dare you bully me like this?"

The roar exploded inside the enclosed carriage.

Startled, Ding Ye instinctively shrank to the side, almost pressing himself against the car door.

Di Qiu ignored him, staring intently at the address on the note, his anger growing ever stronger.

The note clearly stated: Chen Luojun, male, in his early twenties, was recently chased by Wang Jiu, a subordinate of the big boss, and was later taken in by Lan Xinyi, the second-in-command of the Longcheng Gang.

They are currently suspected of having moved into Kowloon Walled City.

Most importantly, he just went to the East Kowloon Police Station yesterday to verify his identity and found his birth record. He is a Hong Kong Island resident and the biological son of Chen Zhan, Chen Luojun.

A-Zhan's wife and children, Di-Qiu has been searching for them for so many years.

They searched from black hair to a full head of gray, from the New Territories to Hong Kong Island, and from Hong Kong Island to Macau, turning over almost every place they could.

Back then, Ah Zhan had made countless enemies in the underworld. In the struggle for control of the walled city, he fought a decisive battle with Tornado in the walled city and was eventually killed in battle.

His wife and infant child vanished overnight, leaving no trace.

Di Qiu spent countless resources investigating this lead.

Unexpectedly, the other party was hiding inside his own Kowloon Walled City.

Tornado, his sworn brother with whom he had shared a life-or-death bond, the person he trusted most over the years, actually knew the truth all along, yet never mentioned a single word to him.

He clenched his fist, his knuckles cracking.

"Tornado... how many more things are you hiding from me?"

Di Qiu's voice was hoarse, and every word was filled with deep-seated hatred.

"Ah Ding, you absolutely must keep this a secret, or I'll kill you too!"

Glug!

Sensing the murderous intent emanating from Di Qiu, Master Ding subconsciously swallowed and forced a smile.

"Don't worry, Brother Qiu, I guarantee that no one else will know about this tonight."

"My boss, Ding, is more discreet than HSBC's vault."

"Um!"

Di Qiu nodded slightly, his mind already racing, trying to figure out how to capture Chen Luojun.

He also wanted to ask Tornado why he had kept it from him.

......

The following morning, East Kowloon Police Station.

Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the tall buildings, casting dappled shadows on the steps leading to the police station.

When Chen Luojun came out, he was so happy that he felt like he was floating on clouds.

He looked down at the brand-new ID card in his hand, and couldn't help but smile.

Chen Luojun.

The three words were printed on the card, followed by a number and a Hong Kong Island address.

From today onwards, he is no longer an unregistered resident.

Lin Bei kept his word; he had told him the night before that he would help him get the documents done, and he did it today.

With this ID card, he can openly find a job, rent a house, and go out to sea by boat, without having to live a life of hiding anymore.