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Li Huanggua slowly loosened his fist under the table, his palms sweaty. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and when he opened them again, the calm characteristic of a businessman had returned to his eyes.

"Forty-five million US dollars, sold."

His words startled Zhuang Jiajun, who wanted to say something, but was silenced by a look from Li Huanggua.

Dong Tianbao put down the Australian lobster shell in his hand, slowly wiped his fingers with a wet wipe, and looked at Li Huanggua with a smile: "Mr. Li, you're very generous. I will deliver the check to your office within a day."

"Within a single day," Li Huanggua frowned slightly, "then my son..."

"Your son asked the kidnappers! I'm treating today because I'm happy." Dong Tianbao stood up, straightened his suit collar, and said, "Fly, the bill."

Fly pulled a wad of cash from his pocket, threw it on the table, and followed Dong Tianbao out with a grin.

The moment the door to the private room closed, Li Huanggua finally lost his composure. He picked up the wine glass in front of him and smashed it on the ground.

Glass shards flew everywhere, and the dark red wine spread like blood.

Zhuang Jiajun remained silent, staring down at the fragments. After a long pause, he finally spoke, "Brother-in-law, are we really going to give him the Royal Court Building?"

Li Huanggua's breathing was heavy, his chest heaving, but his voice was eerily calm: "You think I wanted this? If Aju weren't so jealous, none of this nonsense would have happened. Aju is still in their hands, what am I supposed to do?"

He paused, then suddenly laughed, a laugh as chilling as the winter wind: "After Aju comes back, I'll play with him slowly!"

Zhuang Jiajun felt a chill run down his spine when he saw Li Huanggua's expression.

He had known Li Huanggua for decades and rarely saw him smile like that.

That's the kind of ruthlessness that's needed to uproot a person completely.

At the entrance of the Caesars Hotel, Dong Tianbao got into the car, and Gao Jin started the engine.

Dong Tianbao, sitting in the back seat, took out a Liqun cigarette, put it in his mouth, and lit it.

He then rolled down the car window, and Dong Tianbao, looking at the neon lights flashing by outside, suddenly asked, "Ah Jin, do you think Li Huanggua will obediently admit defeat?"

"No." Gao Jin glanced at him in the rearview mirror. "But at least he won't do anything rash until his son comes home."

"That's right."

Dong Tianbao exhaled a smoke ring, "But once Li Daju gets home, he's going to start using the knife. So I have to bleed him before he does it."

He turned to Tian Yangsheng, who had been silent beside him, and said, "Asheng, tonight you and Aji will keep an eye on Li Huanggua's movements. I need to know who he meets and what phone calls he makes."

Tian Yangsheng nodded: "Understood."

Dong Tianbao then looked at Fly on the other side: "Fly, what's the situation with the Zhongqing Society today? I heard that Old Crab of the Ding family died in Wanwan Prison. Who did the four young crabs of the Ding family go to see?"

Fly scratched the back of his head: "Brother Bao, early this morning, four little crabs went to the Hanting Hotel in Tsim Sha Tsui to meet a woman and stayed for almost three hours before leaving."

What exactly they discussed, our brothers keeping watch outside couldn't find out. All they knew was that when the four little crabs left, the woman personally saw them to the door.

"A woman?" Dong Tianbao narrowed his eyes. "What's her background?"

"I checked, her name is Clara, she's of mixed Chinese and African descent, and is said to be the half-sister of the current Governor of Hong Kong, Chris Patten. She grew up in Foshan and is as clean as a blank sheet of paper."

Dong Tianbao didn't speak, but after stubbing out his cigarette, his eyes became deep and thoughtful.

It was 11 p.m. at the entrance of the main hall of the Chung Ching Society.

A black Mercedes slowly pulled up to the side of the road, and the window rolled down a crack, revealing half of Clara's face.

She looked at the brightly lit main hall entrance, a slight smile playing on her lips.

"Are we really going in?" A man wearing gold-rimmed glasses in the driver's seat turned to ask her. "Vincent just signed the papers; isn't it too hasty to take over the branch now?"

Clara looked away, leaned back in her seat, and took out a Liqun cigarette from her bag and lit it.

"Is it urgent?" She took a drag, the smoke filling the cramped car. "Wenqiang, the game has finally started, and if you make me wait another night, I'll think it's too much."

The man named Wenqiang adjusted his hat and said nothing more.

Clara pushed open the car door and got out in her high heels.

The night wind made her trench coat flutter. She stood by the car, took the last drag of her cigarette, flicked the butt into the roadside drain, and strode towards the Chung Ching Society headquarters.

The two henchmen guarding the door reached out to stop her: "Miss, the brothel is not accepting customers today."

Clara smiled, took a document out of her handbag and handed it over: "Look carefully, starting tonight, your Zhongqing Society's leader has changed."

The two henchmen were stunned for a moment, then took the document, flipped through it, and their expressions changed instantly.

One of them quickly turned around and ran into the hall to report, while the other stood there helplessly, looking at the woman in front of him who was smiling so calmly, his throat dry and unable to speak.

Less than five minutes later, the heavy iron door of the Chung Ching Society headquarters was pulled open from the inside, and a room full of people stood at the door, looking at Clara with complicated expressions.

A middle-aged man with a fierce face stepped out from the crowd. He stared at Clara for several seconds, then suddenly grinned and said, "The Ding family's four crabs are quite generous, leaving such a big business to a little girl like you."

Oh no! Now you should call me "Big Sister." Please come in.

Clara didn't mind being called "Big Sister" at all; on the contrary, she liked it more. The moment she stepped into the main hall, passing by the walls covered with images of Guan Yu and the swirling incense, something flashed in her sapphire blue eyes.

That wasn't pride, nor was it nervousness.

It was a cat-and-mouse game, quite amusing... but she didn't seem like a cat at all, more like a mouse toying with a cat...

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Meanwhile, in Dong Tianbao's self-built villa.

The phone rang; it was Tian Yangsheng calling. Xie Ling took the phone and walked up to Dong Tianbao.

Dong Tianbao took the phone from Xie Ling.

"Brother Bao, I heard on the way that the Zhongqing Society has changed its leadership tonight. The four little crabs from the Ding family have already moved to Taiwan. They have given way to a woman named Clara Lee."

Dong Tianbao was flipping through some documents when he heard this and looked up: "A woman? Clara? The one Fly was talking about?"

"yes.

Dong Tianbao put down the documents in his hand, leaned back in his chair, and began to tap his fingers on the armrests again, like playing the piano.

"Interesting," he said softly. "Those three old foxes, Vincent, actually listen to a woman? Either she's incredibly capable, or she holds something that forces them to obey."

He was silent for a moment, then suddenly laughed: "Ah Sheng, you and Ah Ji continue to keep an eye on Li Huanggua."

The waters of Hong Kong are getting a bit clearer now, so let's leave them a little muddier.

"Okay, Brother Bao!"

Tian Yangsheng responded and hung up the phone.

Dong Tianbao then took out his satellite phone, skillfully pressed a few buttons, and dialed the number:

"Hey! Move to a different location and get the video recorded!"

"Change requirements..."

"OK!"

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