You believe that your gun is no match for my fist?

who is it?

This problem was troubling Gao Zhan, but for him, it was clearly not as important as the itching all over his body.

Uh, no, it's Master Tang.

Gao Zhan looked at the old man sitting opposite him. Calling him an old man wasn't quite right, because this old man must have used something to make him actually quite fit.

As for her appearance, she's actually not that old.

However, Master Tang definitely doesn't know martial arts, Gao Zhan is quite certain of this.

"Sixth Uncle," Gao Zhan called softly to Tang Liu.

Tang Liu immediately came over, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? Should we call a doctor?"

Gao Zhan tilted his head, glanced at the kettle on the bedside table, and said, "I'm thirsty."

Tang Liu immediately turned around and went to pour water, his movements were quick and efficient.

I poured a glass of water, tested the temperature in my hand, and handed it over.

Gao Zhan propped himself up on his elbows, trying to sit up. Tang Liu instantly placed a hand on his shoulder, pressing him back down: "Lie down! You just woke up, don't move around!"

Seeing Tang Liu's nervous expression, Gao Zhan couldn't help but roll his eyes: "Uncle, don't you know what kind of kung fu I practice? Is it really that serious?"

That's certainly true, and Tang Liu knew it too. However, he obviously wouldn't listen to Gao Zhan's criticisms.

Tang Liu glared at him fiercely, about to curse, but at that moment, the door to the ward was pushed open.

The person who came in was wearing a well-tailored silver-gray suit with a neatly tied tie.

He was half a head taller than Tang Liu, of medium build, with a fair complexion, wearing thin gold-rimmed glasses, and long, slender fingers.

Those were clearly hands that had never done any manual labor in years.

Upon entering, the other party first nodded in the direction of Master Tang, then glanced at Zhang Zhenwu, and greeted him with a smile.

Then he walked to Mr. Tang's side, bent down slightly, and whispered a few words.

Gao Zhan was busy arguing with Tang Liu and didn't pay much attention to the person who came in.

He tried to sit up again, but Tang Liu's arm was like an iron railing across his chest, preventing him from moving.

He reached out to push Tang Liu's arm, but Tang Liu's hand did not budge.

"Will you let me get up or not?"

"No way," Tang Liu said. "You lie down properly."

Their eyes met under the lamplight, and Gao Zhan grinned, ready to unleash a torrent of curses.

The two are not far apart in age, and although they address each other as uncle and nephew, they are essentially closer to brothers.

Just like Tang Qiuniang, the one who adopted Gao Zhan in this world, who always made Gao Zhan call her "sister".

After all, she was only eight years older than Gao Zhan.

Zhang Zhenwu watched for a while, then smiled and said, "It's too stuffy in this room."

"I'm going out for a smoke." With that, she left.

Over there, Master Tang and the strange man were still discussing something in low voices, but Gao Zhan could hear them clearly.

Normally, Gao Zhan wouldn't do something like this. But today, he was a little curious, so he listened to everything.

"He's been quite active lately."

Mr. Tang stared at the Buddhist prayer beads in his hand and said to the man who came in.

The other person stood next to the father, listening with their head down, without saying a word.

"Two people have been transferred to the dock, and he's also in charge of the accounting. What do you think he's planning to do?"

Mr. Tang raised his head and looked at the other person through his glasses.

The man was silent for a moment before speaking, "The brother always wants to do something."

"Do something?" Old Master Tang sneered. "You're trying to do something for me."

"She thinks I'm too old, and she's flirting with me right under my nose. Am I supposed to just ignore it?"

The man tapped his fingers lightly on the windowsill: "Now is not the time to disturb him."

"I still have a few deals to make. If I rush to take them over, it will only make things look worse."

"I know," said Mr. Tang. "He's getting too close to foreigners; he'll stumble sooner or later."

He twirled his prayer beads: "Keep a close eye on her, lest she fall in front of me."

"Understood, Father."

The man responded.

The two stopped talking, and Gao Zhan listened but couldn't glean anything from what he said.

The gist of it is that the Second Master is making a lot of underhanded moves, and he has people everywhere. Master Tang is already unhappy about it.

But his son advised him to be patient, saying that now was not the time to make a move against the second master.

As for the second master, who was getting too close to foreigners, Master Tang snorted coldly, thinking that he would suffer sooner or later.

After they finished talking, the stranger walked towards Gao Zhan.

He stopped by the bedside, a polite smile on his face: "Brother Gao, I am Tang Qiwen. Master Tang is my father. I heard you were injured, so I came to see you."

Gao Zhan nodded: "Young Master Tang, you're too kind."

Tang Qiwen smiled and said, "Speaking of which, I lived in Liutang Town for a while when I was a child, and it's been many years since I've been back. I heard you're from there?"

Gao Zhan nodded again: "Yes, I grew up on the outskirts of Liutang Town."

"Is that old locust tree at the entrance of the town still there?" Tang Qiwen asked.

"Yes," Gao Zhan said. "It was struck by lightning last year and half of it was cut off, but it has sprouted new branches this year."

"That's good," Tang Qiwen said, pausing for a moment. "But I don't think I saw you during the years I spent in Liutang Town."

"I didn't go into town much back then," Gao Zhan replied with a smile. "I was always wandering around outside, playing in the mud and catching loaches, or running into the mountains. I rarely went into town. It's normal that I haven't seen it."

Tang Qiwen smiled slightly upon hearing this, as if he wanted to say something more, but at that moment, he heard the sound of Master Tang moving his chair as he got up behind him.

Mr. Tang tucked the Buddhist prayer beads into his sleeve, tilted his head slightly towards the door, and said, "I'm leaving."

Tang Qiwen gave Gao Zhan an apologetic smile and nodded, "Then take good care of yourself and recover from your injury."

After saying that, he turned around and followed.

Master Tang walked to the door, then stopped and turned back to call out to Tang Liu.

"Tang Liu!"

Tang Liu quickly went over, and then Master Tang said to Tang Liu, "You don't need to worry about the docks during this time. Take good care of your nephew first."

He took out a bill from his pocket, wrote a few lines with a pen, and then handed it over.

Tang Liu accepted it with both hands, his face immediately showing a mixture of surprise and joy, and he nodded and bowed repeatedly.

Mr. Tang didn't look any further, turned and left, with Tang Qiwen following behind, their footsteps echoing as they disappeared down the corridor.

Tang Liu held the ticket in his hand, stood at the door for a while, and then turned back around.

Just then, Zhang Zhenwu returned from the other end of the corridor.

He followed Tang Liu inside, saw the expression on Tang Liu's face, and smiled: "What, struck it rich again?"

"Haha, it's just a small amount of money," Tang Liu said with a laugh. "Master Tang is rich and powerful; this little bit of money is nothing to him."

"But this amount of money can be considered as buying your position as the dock manager," Gao Zhan said. "Consider it compensation for your labor."

Upon hearing this, Tang Liu's smile froze for a moment, but he quickly regained his composure.

"If it's gone, it's gone," he said with a laugh. "Anyway, I've made quite a bit of money over the years."

"The master is very generous and has treated me well."

Gao Zhan smiled but didn't say anything.

Then, he looked at Zhang Zhenwu by the bedside and said, "Brother Zhang, I didn't expect you to come."

"Sigh!" Zhang Zhenwu sighed, "You bastard, we're practically brothers. You're so badly injured, how could I not come to check on you?"

"Haha," Gao Zhan laughed, "Brother Zhang, you truly are a man of integrity and loyalty, a hero of Liaodong!"

"Hahaha!! You son of a bitch," Zhang Zhenwu laughed loudly, "you little bastard, you really know how to talk."

Gao Zhan smiled. "Brother Zhang, what do you think of my uncle?"

Zhang Zhenwu was taken aback.