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Gao Jin suddenly raised his head, his eyes filled with astonishment.

His Adam's apple bobbed a few times, and his voice sounded somewhat hoarse.

"Mr. Lin is indeed a master; he could diagnose my illness with just his naked eyes..."

"That's right, I have congenital heart disease."

"Over the years, my family has spent almost all of their wealth on my illness, even mortgaging our ancestral home."

"I have been practicing Xingyi Quan since I was a child, hoping to use the power of the five elements to slowly repair my internal organs. In the first few years, I did see some improvement, but since last year, my physical function has been deteriorating day by day. My chest often feels tight and painful, and several times when I was practicing, my vision went black and I collapsed."

"But I'm not willing to accept this!"

"I'm still so young, I don't want to waste my life like this."

"So I asked around where I could get treatment. Last month I met a wealthy businessman from Hong Kong who was visiting his hometown. He said that the hospital here could perform the surgery, so I gritted my teeth and came here."

"But the surgery alone costs 300,000 yuan, not to mention the various rehabilitation costs that follow. I don't even dare to think about it."

By the end, Gao Jin's voice was choked with emotion, but he held back his tears.

These words reached the ears of the people outside. Huo Baoming, unusually, put away his playful smile. Yaowen clenched his fists slightly, and Ailian quietly turned her face away, feeling a little sore inside.

No wonder he charged forward recklessly last night. That wasn't about fighting; he was risking his life to survive.

Lin Bei listened without showing any emotion.

He stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray on the table, his tone calm.

"A real man should face things head-on with his head held high."

Even if it's as difficult as climbing to the sky, you have to hold on with your unyielding spine.

"It's just a heart condition, nothing serious."

"Perfect timing. I own a martial arts school, and right now I'm short of a master who can keep the place in check and teach the students."

"If you're willing to come with me, I'll pay for your medical treatment."

"You can pay me back slowly when you make money in the future."

Gao Jin's pupils suddenly contracted, and a look of joy appeared on his face.

"Mr. Lin, I know you're involved in a triad."

"But Gao Jin doesn't care about that."

"I will forever remember your kindness!"

"From today onwards, if you ever need my help, I will be there whenever you call without hesitation."

You agreed just like that?

Lin Bei originally thought he would have to use more words, and even prepared two or three sets of words in his mind.

Unexpectedly, he accepted a martial arts master of Gao Jin's caliber with just a few words.

He was secretly delighted, but he didn't show it on his face. He remained calm and composed, and simply raised his hand and called out.

"Awen".

Yaowen strode forward, placed the briefcase he was carrying flat on the table, clicked open the lock twice, and lifted the lid.

Inside were bundles of large golden bulls, neatly stacked.

Lin Bei pointed to the banknotes inside the box.

"Here is 500,000 yuan, enough to pay your surgery fees. Use the rest of the money to buy some nutritional supplements and help you recover."

"Come visit me in Mong Kok once you're fully recovered."

Gao Jin looked down at the banknotes, his throat feeling like it was blocked by something.

This tough guy, who hadn't shed a single tear even when his face was covered in blood in the ring, suddenly had tears welling up in his eyes.

He bent his knees and was about to kneel down when Lin Bei reacted quickly, grabbing his arms and supporting him firmly.

"Mr. Lin, I, Gao Jin, have no way to repay your life-saving grace!"

Lin Bei patted his shoulder, his tone finally carrying a hint of a smile.

"Get well soon and work hard for me."

"That would be the best reward."

Gao Jin gave a heavy "hmm".

……

At the same time, in Causeway Bay.

Boss B sat in his office, with ashtrays piled up like a small mountain in front of him.

Several account books were spread out on the table, and the numbers crossed out in red pen were shocking.

After two consecutive brawls, coupled with a bad bet in the Walled City boxing match that resulted in a deficit of over a million dollars, the gang is now struggling to even pay its members' salaries.

He summoned all his trusted confidants, including Chan Ho-nam, Four Eyes, Chicken, and Tai Tin-Yee, closed the door, and laid everything out on the table.

"That's the situation, take a look..."

"Is there any way to get my accounts filled out?"

The office was deathly silent.

The group exchanged bewildered glances. Four-Eyes pushed up his glasses, a chill running down his spine.

The last time Boss B spoke like that, they watched helplessly as Big Head Boy was pushed out to take all the blame. Now the situation is even more serious than that time. Who knows if he will use the same trick again?

Four-Eyes tentatively opened his mouth.

"Brother B, why don't we just be honest with Mr. Jiang? The gang might..."

Before he could finish speaking, Boss B's murderous gaze met his eyes, and the rest of his words stuck in his throat. He dared not utter another sound.

Big Brother B sneered.

"snort."

"Does the boss have to shoulder everything?"

"Then what do I need you for?"

"I'm telling you, I only resorted to this tactic because it was for the good of the organization."

"We were severely weakened by the previous two clashes, and what we need most right now is money."

"If we can't come up with a solution, we might as well quit and starve!"

Everyone present knew how much of what he said was true and how much was false, but none of them dared to provoke him at this moment.

After a moment of silence, Chan Ho-nam gritted his teeth and stepped forward.

"Brother B, how about... we ask Lin Bei for help?"

Big Brother B's brow twitched violently, as if he had been burned by the name.

But Chan Ho-nam then added.

"According to rumors, he made at least tens of millions at the Walled City boxing match last night."

"As long as he's willing to give an answer, our amount is nothing to him."

The number tens of millions made Boss B swallow back the profanity he was about to utter.

He licked his dry lips and squinted at Chan Ho-nam.

"Anan, are you sure?"

"Did that kid Lin Bei really earn that much in one night?"

Chan Ho-nam nodded vigorously, his tone resolute.

"The information is correct. There's a guy at the betting station in the city walls who I'm on good terms with, and he secretly told me this today."

He paused, then added.

"We're not taking it for free; consider it an interest-bearing loan from him."

"If we can get through this in a month or two, we'll be able to turn things around."

Boss B's face turned pale and then red, his expression shifting for several seconds before he finally let out a heavy sigh, as if he had used all his strength to nod his head.

"Alright."

"Help me invite him for drinks tonight. Ask him to come to Causeway Bay, and I'll personally entertain him."

Chan Ho-nam breathed a sigh of relief and quickly agreed.

"Yes, Brother B."

At this time, Boss B was far less arrogant than he would become later.

According to the original plot, he needs to establish himself in Causeway Bay for three years before he can get cocky when Lung Kwan returns.

After moving from the godforsaken Tsz Wan Shan to the lucrative Causeway Bay, despite the considerable exploitation from the triads and Chiang Tin-sang, their lives improved steadily.

But he had only been there a short time when he suffered two consecutive losses in brawls and lost such a large sum of money in a boxing match, and his financial life was suddenly cut off.

If he hadn't been forced into this situation, given his personality, how could he possibly be willing to bow down to Lin Bei?