Chapter 3: Mixing in the Underworld and Talking About Loyalty—Are You Out of Your Mind?
In the evening, Huang Wengang returned to his rented apartment with a dark expression, his earlier excitement completely gone.
The two-bedroom, one-living room apartment, totaling over thirty square meters, cost more than two thousand in rent.
At this moment, Wu Feng had already prepared a simple meal: a pot of rice, two ample plates of cold mixed meat and vegetables, and two bottles of iced beer placed to the side.
Seeing his Brother's grim face, he gestured for him to sit down and eat, directly asking, "Is the information you gathered not very good?"
"Not just not good, it's absolutely deadly!"
Huang Wengang angrily slammed his bowl onto the small dining table, grumbling, "Is Zhong Ye senile? He didn't even give a heads-up beforehand; we almost made a huge mistake!"
"Tell me about it; I can help analyze the situation!"
Wu Feng had already anticipated this, speaking while eating.
"A Feng, you don't know, Guan Zi Sen is a newly rising Red Pole of Wo On Lok, and the top enforcer under Long Gen, the Mong Kok Hall Master. If our Brothers take him out, the consequences will be unimaginably huge!"
Huang Wengang shoveled rice into his mouth, complaining indignantly, "I'm afraid we won't be able to stay in Hong Kong; we'll have to flee to Thailand!"
"Then why did Guan Zi Sen clash with Zhong Ye? Is Wo On Lok eyeing Hung Yee's territory?"
Wu Feng thought to himself that it was indeed Wo On Lok's Guan Zi Sen, but it didn't stir much of a ripple.
Although he hadn't been in Hong Kong for long, he had seen familiar names of movie stars like Jackie Chan and Hong Xinbao in the newspapers, confirming that this was the real world.
It might be mixed with some Hong Kong film plotlines, but it had little to do with his current situation.
It was less useful than the real-world knowledge he possessed, which could at least genuinely help him get rich!
"Not at all!"
Huang Wengang shook his head and said, "Guan Zi Sen took a fancy to Zhong Ye's mahjong parlor and wanted to forcibly acquire it at a low price!"
"Not only that, he also wants the protection rights for the other mahjong parlors in our territory!"
"That's one of Hung Yee's most stable sources of income. If it's gone, it'll be difficult even to pay our Si Jiu their monthly wages, and Hung Yee will probably be close to disbanding!"
"What was Zhong Ye's reaction? There must have been a conflict already, right?"
Wu Feng guessed, "I suppose Hung Yee suffered a great loss?"
"A Feng, how did you know? A scholar really is different!"
Huang Wengang praised, "When we first joined Hung Yee, Leopard Brother, the Red Pole by Zhong Ye's side, was severely injured and crippled in a one-on-one fight with Guan Zi Sen a few days ago. His future days will be hard!"
"What are you thinking? Guan Zi Sen has already bullied us to this extent today, and Zhong Ye hasn't even exploded!"
Wu Feng said irritably, "He even wants us two newcomers, who just joined the gang, to do the job. Either he wants us to die, or the gang no longer has any capable fighters!"
After listening to Wu Feng's analysis, Huang Wengang's face was extremely grim, and he subconsciously asked, "A Feng, what do you think Zhong Ye's intentions are?"
Wu Feng didn't answer directly. Instead, he waited until they had almost finished eating, then leisurely said, "If we do the job, and Zhong Ye voluntarily hands us over, does Brother think Wo On Lok will still pursue the matter?"
"Impossible, Zhong Ye wouldn't do such a thing!"
Huang Wengang flatly stated, "If that news gets out, who would follow Zhong Ye in the future?"
"If he can't even protect the gang and his own assets, why bother with so much?"
Wu Feng chuckled, "He can drag it out for one more day. If he's even more ruthless, he'll directly sell the gang and its assets for a good price, then go abroad to enjoy retirement!"
"Besides, our Brothers and Zhong Ye have only known each other for a few days; what kind of relationship could we have?"
"He's a Sit Lord, talking about loyalty with us bottom-tier Si Jiu—you've watched too many novels and TV shows, haven't you?"
"That's not right!"
Huang Wengang reacted, suspiciously saying, "A Feng, from your demeanor, you seem quite familiar with the way gang Brothers operate?"
"Heh, I also heard it from elders, combined with the current situation analysis!"
Wu Feng said irritably, "My Home is precisely a land terminal connecting the Yuehan Railway!"
"Before liberation, there were casinos, brothels, and opium dens all in one place, naturally with no shortage of vicious gang members. As long as the elders lived long enough, they naturally understood the situation at that time very well!"
"So that's how it is!"
Huang Wengang then realized, and his face turned grim as he said, "Then what should we do next?"
"After all, Zhong Ye has already given the order; our Brothers can't just do nothing. Otherwise, we won't be able to get by in Hung Yee, and might even be used by Zhong Ye as a scapegoat!"
"Don't rush!"
As it concerned his own safety, Wu Feng dared not be negligent, and said solemnly, "Can you find out the situation of all the gangs in Mong Kok, and the properties they control?"
"No problem, it won't even take a day!"
Huang Wengang said confidently, "But we can't delay any longer, or Zhong Ye won't be easy to explain to!"
Low-level Si Jiu rarely had the idea of keeping their own gang's properties and managed establishments secret; they even wished to proclaim their prestige to the whole world.
Seeing the sky outside darken, after helping wash the dishes, Huang Wengang, with some money in his pocket, hurriedly left the rented apartment to gather information.
Meanwhile, in a private room at the Grand Palace Nightclub on Portland Street, Zhong Ye, who was happily drinking with two beautiful women, chuckled after hearing a close subordinate's report: "Those two lads are quite clever; they know to gather information before acting!"
After speaking, he cast these thoughts aside; they were just two expendable lads, not worth too much attention.
As for the threat from Wo On Lok's Red Pole, Guan Zi Sen, how could it compare to enjoying himself in the moment?
In fact, Guan Zi Sen had been waiting at the nightclub he was overseeing, expecting Hung Yee to send people to do the job.
If he truly had no brains at all, he would have long since been left dead in the streets; how could he have risen to become a Wo On Lok Red Pole?
Unfortunately, he waited and waited, but no one came. When the sky gradually brightened, he couldn't help but curse, "That old geezer from Hung Yee seems to be completely useless. Don't blame me for not showing respect!"
"Tell the Brothers to rest well during the day; we'll go out and do business tonight!"
The group of younger Brothers, who had long been drowsy, immediately scattered like birds and beasts; waiting all night was a very unpleasant experience.
Here, Wu Feng woke up early and practiced Military Boxing on the rooftop of the rented apartment, then practiced Hard Qigong once, before leisurely going downstairs for breakfast.
He happened to meet his Brother Huang Wengang, whose eyes were bloodshot, clearly indicating he hadn't slept all night.
"Let's have breakfast first before talking about anything else!"
He waved his hand, signaling his Brother not to rush. No matter what, filling their stomachs was the priority.
Wu Feng knew that Si Jiu like them could get into fights with other gang members at any time. If they didn't have good stamina, they were practically asking for death.
After breakfast, the two Brothers did not rush to Tuen Mun to clock in. Instead, they returned to the rented apartment to analyze the information Huang Wengang had gathered, looking for any exploitable points.
Just then, Third Uncle called from the provincial capital where his Home was. He had successfully picked up their mother and was about to transfer to a bus back to their Home County Town, telling him not to worry.
Wu Feng was completely relieved; he could now fully commit himself to making a big splash in Hong Kong.