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Ni Kun's eyes widened as he fell straight backward, crashing heavily to the ground.

Blood flowed from his head and chest, staining the carpet on the floor red.

Once the young man confirmed that Ni Kun was dead, he immediately turned and ran out of the club, quickly running downstairs through the fire escape.

Downstairs, a red motorcycle was parked there.

He hopped on the motorcycle, started the engine, and with a roar, it sped away.

It took the elderly people quite a while to realize what was happening.

Someone screamed, and then the entire club erupted in heart-wrenching cries and screams.

Some people took out their phones to call the police, while others were so frightened that they collapsed to the ground, trembling all over.

Twenty minutes later, the news spread like wildfire throughout the Yau Tsim Mong district.

Ni Kun, the largest flour producer in Tsim Sha Tsui, has been assassinated!

......

Ni Family Villa.

The living room was deathly silent.

Ni Yongxiao sat on the sofa without saying a word.

A somber and oppressive atmosphere filled the air.

Uncle San stumbled in from outside, his eyes red and his face covered in tears.

"Ah-Xiao! Big brother... Big brother is gone?"

Uncle San choked up as he spoke, barely able to stand.

Ni Yongxiao sat on the sofa, his face expressionless, like a statue.

He looked at his third uncle and gently shook his head.

"Yes, Third Uncle!"

His voice was calm, so calm it was frightening.

"I need to go and comfort my mother now; she's very emotionally unstable."

"Go and call your older brother and sister back, so they can come back to see their father one last time."

Uncle San was stunned for a moment, then realized what was happening, nodded, wiped away his tears, and turned to go out to make a phone call.

Soon after, Ni Kun's other children arrived at the villa.

The eldest daughter, Ni Hong, was dressed in all black, with no expression on her face.

She had long since married a real estate businessman and distanced herself from the conflicts of the business world.

The eldest son, Ni Yongzhong, is a doctor who works at a famous hospital in Hong Kong.

He adjusted his glasses, his face filled with sorrow.

The youngest son, Ni Yongyi, is only in his early twenties and spends his days idly.

Uncle San beat and berated Ni Kun's three negligent bodyguards, venting his anger.

The three bodyguards lowered their heads, not daring to speak, their faces full of guilt.

"What are you two good for?!"

"Your brother told you to follow him, and this is how you protect him!"

"I'll beat you three pieces of trash to death!"

"Third Uncle, stop hitting him."

Ni Hong stopped him.

"My dad always says, 'What goes around comes around.'"

"He's been in the underworld for so many years, offended so many people, and he's already made a fortune to have survived this long."

Ni Yongzhong nodded and said slowly.

"It's pointless to say these things now."

"The most important thing is to stabilize the family business and handle Dad's funeral arrangements."

"What are those five people in Tsim Sha Tsui doing now?"

"I reckon they'll rebel soon!"

Ni Yongxiao spoke a few words in a low voice on the phone, then hung up and stood up to address the crowd.

"Mom is asleep. She asked me to buy a few packs of Marlboro cigarettes, which are Dad's favorite, and take them to him."

"You should all get some rest. We have to hold Dad's funeral early tomorrow morning."

After saying that, he picked up his suit jacket from the sofa, put it on, and said to Luo Ji, who was standing next to him.

"Luo Ji, come with me."

"Yes, Mr. Ni!"

Luo Ji nodded and followed Ni Yongxiao out of the living room.

The members of the Ni family looked at each other, watching Ni Yongxiao's figure disappear through the door, and no one spoke.

They all knew that from this moment on, the Ni family's fortunes had changed.

......

Sai Yeung Choi Street, Mong Kok.

As night falls, the lights are on.

The streets of Mong Kok were bustling with people and flashing neon lights, creating a vibrant and lively scene.

Lin Bei and Ou Yongen had just come out of the movie theater, holding popcorn and cola in their hands.

"Wow, Lung Wai's acting is superb! He's so dedicated!"

"I'm excited," Ou Yongen said, his eyes sparkling.

Lin Bei smiled and nodded.

"Yes, she did a really good job."

"This character is a classic."

The two walked along the street, talking as they went, heading out for a late-night snack.

Just then, the cell phone behind Lin Bei's waist suddenly rang.

Ou Yongen looked at his mobile phone with curiosity.

"Hey, how come you still have a cell phone?"

"Isn't this very expensive?"

Lin Bei chuckled awkwardly and said.

"This is my boss's phone. He went to Singapore on a business trip these past few days, so he left it with me and asked me to answer the phone for him."

"Wait a moment, I need to take this call."

"Okay, I'll go to the restroom first. You can continue with your work."

Ou Yongen nodded and turned to walk towards the shopping mall next door.

After Ou Yongen left, Lin Bei went to a quiet corner and answered the phone.

"Feed? Which one?"

"Brother Bei! It's me, Wen!"

Yaowen's hurried voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Ah Wen, what's up?"

"Why are you calling me so late?"

"Brother Bei, something terrible has happened!"

"I went to Tsim Sha Tsui tonight to deliver goods to the Prince, and I had a couple of drinks at a bar there. I happened to hear his men say that Ni Kun, the biggest flour company owner in Tsim Sha Tsui, was assassinated this afternoon at a opera club in Yau Ma Tei!"

"One shot to the head, dead on the spot!"

"The whole of Tsim Sha Tsui is in chaos right now. Many triads are stirring, waiting for internal strife within the Ni family so they can seize territory!"

Upon hearing this, Lin Bei's heart skipped a beat.

He touched his chin, his eyes becoming deep.

Ni Kun is dead.

So, isn't the Infernal Affairs plot officially starting?

"I see."

Lin Bei's tone was very calm.

"Ah Wen, immediately send someone to keep a close eye on the Ni family and the Tsim Sha Tsui Five, especially Guo Hua, Hei Gui, Gan Di, Wen Zheng, and Han Chen."

"Notify me immediately if there is any movement."

"Yes, Brother Bei! I'll take care of it right away!"

Yaowen hung up the phone and immediately used his connections to find a few reliable underlings who were good at gathering information, and sent them to investigate separately.

Lin Bei hung up his mobile phone, leaned against the wall, lit a cigarette, and took a deep drag.

He has no plans to make any moves in Tsim Sha Tsui for the time being.

There's no other reason than that Ni Yongxiao is still in the Ni family.

Ni Yongxiao was a meticulous and ruthless man, far more capable than his father, Ni Kun.

As long as he's around, the Ni family won't fall into chaos.

If we act now, we'll only be seen as the murderer of Ni Kun, and Ni Yongxiao will hunt us down relentlessly.

At that point, forget about seizing territory; they won't even have a peaceful day.

It would be better to wait and see, and wait until Ni Yongxiao has taken down Guohua, Heigui, Gandi, and Wenzheng, and fought Han Chen to a standstill, before making his move to reap the rewards.

Only then can we obtain the greatest benefit at the lowest cost.

Just then, Ou Yongen came out of the bathroom.

She saw Lin Bei leaning against the wall smoking and quickly went over to him.

"Are you done with your work?"

Lin Bei stubbed out his cigarette, nodded, and said with a smile.

"Well, it's nothing, just some work-related matters to explain."