In the pitch-black room, He Chusan wriggled and squirmed for quite some time, knocking over something with a series of loud bangs and clatters. The thug standing guard outside grew impatient and slammed his stick hard against the door. “What the hell are you doing?! Stay still!”
Silence fell for a moment before He Chusan’s voice came from inside. “I’ve lost a lot of blood—at least stop the bleeding.”
“Quit your bullshit! It’s just a scratch!”
“Your boss still has use for me. If something happens to me, how are you going to explain it to him?”
The thug cursed, rummaged around, and pulled out a crude medicinal patch. Opening the door, he yanked up He Chusan’s shirt and slapped it onto his forehead.
He Chusan hissed in pain as he was thrown back onto the ground, curling up and trembling.
The thug shut the door and returned to drinking and playing cards with his companion. Not long after, the frail office worker inside spoke up again, “The ground’s too cold—can I have a piece of clothing?”
“Damn it, are you done yet?!” The thug kicked the door open angrily. Grabbing a filthy rag, he moved to stuff it into He Chusan’s mouth.
“Wait!” He Chusan cried out just before the grease-soaked rag could go in. “Brother, I actually have something to say to you!”
The thug looked at him suspiciously.
“Ahem.” He Chusan cleared his throat and began in a sincere, earnest tone, “Brother, I can tell you’re a bold and straightforward man—quick on your feet! Loyal to your boss, righteous and honorable! So I want to ask you… do you know what it means to ‘make big money from small money’?”
……
Xia Liuyi summoned his subordinates overnight, making urgent arrangements. Xiao Ma and Scarhead led dozens of agile brothers out to search everywhere for He Chusan’s whereabouts. Several Straw Sandals within the gang also mobilized, using their connections to track leads. Cui Dongdong made several calls in the corridor before pushing open the office door.
Xia Liuyi sat on the sofa, head lowered, wiping down a revolver.
“What if we can’t find him?” Cui Dongdong said. “Master Qiao is cunning and cautious—he must’ve hidden Xiao Sanzi somewhere remote. We’re in the open, he’s in the shadows. Why not call and see what terms he wants?”
Xia Liuyi stared at the bullets in the cylinder, expressionless. “Right now, my stance is unclear—he’ll be suspicious and won’t act rashly. The moment he knows I truly care, he’ll clamp down and won’t let go. To threaten me, he might even cut off limbs and send them over. No matter what terms I agree to, it’ll be hard to keep him alive.”
He raised the revolver and aimed it at a beckoning cat figurine on the desk, narrowing his eyes. “I killed his sworn brother and disgraced his He Yi Society. How could he let this go?”
His voice was icy, but Cui Dongdong could hear the faint tremor beneath it. She sat beside him and pressed a hand to his shoulder. “Don’t panic yet. Xiao Ma and the others are already searching—they’ll report back as soon as there’s news. You look terrible. Eat something first.”
……
Cui Dongdong stood in the corridor, where multicolored lights flickered endlessly, listening to the sounds of heavy chewing coming from the office behind her.
Xia Liuyi had already eaten three bowls of beef offal and was ordering a fourth, with no sign of stopping. Head lowered, he chewed each mouthful with force, not even taking a sip of water. Dark, muddy sauce spilled over the rim of the plastic bowl with his violent eating, dripping onto the expensive carpet below.
She took out a cigar, rolling it between her fingers, and let out a soft sigh.
Jokes aside, she truly hadn’t expected Xia Liuyi to value that kid to this extent.
Xiao Sanzi… hang in there. If you end up gone too… sigh…
……
Dozens of kilometers away, in the abandoned warehouse, Xiao Sanzi was indeed living up to expectations—doing his utmost to “hang in there.”
Surrounded by two burly thugs, he now wore a shabby padded coat one of them had given him, sitting on a torn leather chair. The ropes binding his wrists had been loosened. Holding a broken pencil, he scribbled furiously on a flattened cigarette box.
“As the saying goes, the most important thing in investment is understanding the three R’s. Do you know what the three R’s are? Returns, Risks, Relative Value—which means…”
He gestured animatedly while spouting jargon, watching with satisfaction as the two thugs’ expressions shifted from confusion to complete bewilderment. Encouraged, he pressed on, unleashing a stream of polished, incomprehensible financial babble—technical terms where each word was familiar, yet together made absolutely no sense…
As their four eyes spun like coiled springs, he continued steadily, spinning nonsense with unwavering confidence.
“Don’t worry—I’m not trying to sell you stocks. Stocks are already outdated. You’ve heard of stocks—but have you heard of ‘futures’? ‘Options’? You’ve heard of Hong Kong’s Hang Seng Index, right? But have you heard of Hang Seng Index options? This is a revolutionary financial product! It only launched this March, and it was snapped up immediately! With just a small amount of capital, you can double your money by maturity—faster than robbing people on the street! Of course, without a professional trader like me—with credentials and insider connections—you wouldn’t be able to operate it yourselves. You’ve heard of Cui Dongdong, the chief steward of Xiaoqi Hall, right? The famed ‘Golden Abacus’ Sister Dong? She entrusted me with her private investments. Just from this options product alone, I made over three million for her last month! Do you know what three million in cash looks like? Stacked on a table, it’s this high!…”
……
The long night dragged on, each second ticking by with agonizing slowness.
In the early hours of dawn, Xiao Ma came running down the corridor, drenched in sweat. He nodded at Cui Dongdong, then pushed open the door. “Boss! We found him!”
Xia Liuyi, who had been sitting silently on the sofa smoking, snapped his head up. “Where?”
“Scarhead’s men tracked him to the North Point Pier. Scarhead’s already leading people there!”
Xia Liuyi grabbed his gun and rushed out of the office. “Bring more men and follow me. Tell Scarhead not to alert the enemy—hold position and wait for me.”
Cui Dongdong hurried after him. “You’re going yourself? What if it’s a trap?”
“Stay here,” Xia Liuyi said coldly without even turning back. “If anything happens to me, you take command.”
With two carloads of men, Xia Liuyi drove toward the North Point Pier beneath the glow of the rising sun. Ordering the rest to lie in wait at a distance, he led Xiao Ma and several nimble subordinates to quietly approach a warehouse near the docks.
Scarhead and a few men were already crouched behind a small shack nearby, machetes in hand. Seeing Xia Liuyi and the others arrive, he quickly reported, “Inside. It’s one of the gambling dens under the He Yi Society. The night watch nearby saw one of Master Qiao’s trusted men bring someone here last night—dragged him inside, never came out. This is the front entrance. There’s a back door over there.”
“Xiao Ma, take two men and hold here. Scarhead—bring your men with me to the back.”
They followed Xia Liuyi, moving silently toward the rear entrance. Two guards stood outside, yawning and glancing about. At Xia Liuyi’s signal, Scarhead and a henchman slipped forward from both sides, clamped hands over their mouths, and struck them at the back of the neck—dropping them without a sound.
Scarhead pressed his ear to the door, listening. Then he signaled to his man, who pulled out a wire and swiftly picked the lock, easing the door open a crack.
Just as he leaned in to peek—
Xia Liuyi shoved him aside, kicked the door wide open, and charged in, raising his left hand and firing without hesitation!
Bang!
A thug patrolling the corridor inside clutched his leg and collapsed with a scream. Inside, the gamblers who had been drinking and playing mahjong through the night erupted into chaos!
Xia Liuyi took the lead, striding forward in long steps. He kicked over a mahjong table, planted a foot atop it, and fired several more shots in rapid succession, dropping the guards who were scrambling for their weapons. Scarhead and his men rushed in behind him, hacking down any He Yi Society members who dared resist.
Xia Liuyi did not slow. He headed straight for the room at the end of the corridor. From the side, a thug lunged at him with a long blade, shouting as he slashed. Xia Liuyi tossed aside his empty gun, ducked low to evade the strike, grabbed a porcelain vase from the corner, and smashed it viciously into the man’s jaw—sending both man and blade flying!
Another henchman burst out of the room with a gun, but before he could fire, Xia Liuyi smashed the vase straight into his face, leaving him bleeding profusely. Stepping forward, Xia Liuyi grabbed the man’s bloodied head and slammed it into the wall, caught the gun as it fell, and fired a shot straight through the man’s palm—
Blood splattered everywhere!
The man collapsed, clutching his hand and screaming.
Xia Liuyi strode into the room. On the bloodstained floor lay a man curled up, clothes torn, hands and feet bound, his body battered and barely clinging to life.
A loud buzz rang in Xia Liuyi’s head.
He dropped the gun and rushed forward, heart twisting in agony as he lifted the man’s shoulders. “A-San!!”
The bearded man—who owed two hundred thousand in gambling debts and had been beaten into a swollen, pig-like face—stared at him with bloodshot eyes, utterly bewildered.
“……”
Xia Liuyi’s face went from pale to dark. He froze for a moment—then punched the man square in the face, turning that pig’s head into an even more broken pig’s head!
“Boss!” Xiao Ma rushed in from outside. “We’ve got to go! Those bastards from the He Yi Society know they can’t win—they’ve started setting the warehouse on fire! Damn it, they don’t even care about their own people anymore!”
……
At the same time, over thirty kilometers away in Yuen Long, inside a mountain hut—
He Chusan had been talking nonsense with two thugs all night, his voice already hoarse. By dawn, after a night of “spiritual enlightenment,” the two thugs felt they had met him too late in life. Their hearts surged with hope for the future, utterly convinced that by tomorrow they would be wealthy beyond measure—luxury cars, beautiful women, fine food and drink within easy reach.
Each of them clutched a cigarette paper covered in densely written “secrets to getting rich,” stuffing it into their pockets like treasured relics. One of them, still uneasy, slung an arm over He Chusan’s shoulder and asked warmly, “Consultant He, you’ve said so much—but if our boss kills you later, who are we supposed to buy from?”
“Don’t worry,” He Chusan reassured sincerely. “Your boss won’t kill me. I can make money for Xia Liuyi, so I can make money for him too. Who doesn’t love money, right? We’ll have plenty of opportunities to work together. As long as you give me your most precious trust, I guarantee you’ll get rich! Look, it’s already daylight—I’m starving and thirsty. Can you get me something to eat?”
The two thugs exchanged a glance. One of them said, “Fine, fine—I’ll go get something.”
“I’d like cart noodles—mild spicy, no scallions. Thanks, brother!”
“Alright, alright.”
Once that man left, He Chusan turned to the remaining thug, who was yawning in front of him, and suddenly exclaimed, “Oh no!”
“What?”
“There’s a mistake in the plan I just wrote for you—bring it here, I’ll check it again.”
The thug leaned in. The two of them bent their heads together over the cigarette paper as He Chusan pointed. “I almost forgot—our company is launching a new plan in December. Look here, this composite financial package can still be increased by—”
Suddenly, he raised his arm and drove the pencil in his hand straight into the thug’s hand!
“AHHH—!”
The thug screamed, staggering back while clutching his blood-soaked hand. He Chusan leapt up and slammed into him, knocking him flat to the ground! Pinned beneath, the thug lashed out, bloody hands reaching for He Chusan’s throat. Struggling, He Chusan grabbed a nearby brick and smashed it wildly against the thug’s head!
With that blow, the thug went limp, his head bloodied and motionless. He Chusan hesitated, then reached under his nose—there was still breath.
He fished a folding knife from the man’s pocket, cut the ropes binding his legs, and rushed to the window to look out before yanking open the door and bolting outside.
It was a large courtyard. The iron gate at the entrance was locked from the outside. He tugged at it but couldn’t open it, so he dragged over a box, climbed up, and vaulted over the wall lined with broken glass.
The shards tore into his hands and knees, leaving them bleeding. He had barely stumbled a dozen meters when a third guard on patrol spotted him, shouting “Stop!” while reaching for his radio and giving chase.
……
He Chusan pushed aside branches and leaves as he ran desperately through the thorny grove. Several thugs shouted as they chased him relentlessly. One even fired a shot—but luckily, a tree trunk blocked it.
Panting heavily, Elite He couldn’t help but reflect that he’d been so busy with work lately he hadn’t even practiced his Taiji. Poor stamina really could be deadly! If you’re going to date a boss, both mental and physical endurance have to pass the test!
With no other choice, he veered toward the mountain road, hoping to encounter a passing vehicle. Bursting out of the forest, he failed to notice a half-man-deep pit beneath his feet and stumbled hard, crashing to the ground!
He scrambled up in a miserable state. Just as he leapt onto the road, a black car with license plate ending in “61” came speeding toward him from downhill. Though the driver slammed on the brakes, it was too late—
With a bang, he was sent flying!
He Chusan hit the ground face-first, dust filling his mouth and nose. He tried to push himself up again, but a piercing pain shot through his right leg—it refused to obey him. As he lay there, he heard a bang by his ear—the pursuing thug had fired again. Curling up instinctively and clutching his head, he thought in despair that his life was at its end.
Father, I’ll repay your kindness in the next life… Liuyi, my love—I’ll have to chase you again in the next life…
Then came two more gunshots in quick succession, followed by a thug’s scream not far away. When he lifted his head again, he saw that same thug clutching his bleeding shoulder as he collapsed. The other pursuers, machetes in hand, hesitated to advance, shock written across their faces.
Before his vision cleared, someone grabbed his arm and hauled him up.
“Get in the car!” Xie Jiahua urged sharply.
……
Inside and outside the warehouse, flames roared skyward, screams echoing endlessly. Early-rising residents gathered across the street, pointing in alarm. The wail of police cars and fire engines cut through the air in the distance. Xia Liuyi’s convoy brushed past them and turned onto the main road.
Scarhead, whose faulty intel had led to this disaster, knelt in the cramped car and slapped himself hard. “Boss—it’s all my fault! I’ve failed you!”
Xia Liuyi gripped his bloodied fist, staring at the man’s sweat-soaked head. Slowly, painfully, he drew in a long breath.
His face pale as paper, he closed his eyes and said hoarsely, “Give me the mobile phone.”
When the call connected, Master Qiao’s furious voice came through, laced with a cold laugh. “Twin-Blade Xia, you’ve got guts—killing my men, burning my den? ‘Black Children’s Day, Twin-Blade Blood Asura’—the name suits you well. I underestimated you!”
“Master Qiao,” Xia Liuyi said calmly, “this is a misunderstanding. My men had a minor conflict with your gambling den staff. The fire was started by your own people during the clash. If anyone died, they died in the flames. But failing to restrain my men is my fault—you can name your terms.”
“Cut the bullshit! Misunderstanding my ass! Since you’ve so thoughtfully sent me such a ‘gift,’ I’ll be sure to return the favor. Just sit tight and wait for it!”
Master Qiao hung up, his expression dark. Turning to his subordinates, he said coldly, “Cut that kid into pieces and dump him at Xia Liuyi’s den.”
Before the words had fully fallen, his phone rang again.
“Fat Seven’s docks, all the territory of the Sha Family Gang,” Xia Liuyi said.
Master Qiao paused, then let out a slow, amused laugh. “What? Did I hear that right?”
“As long as you release him, my men will withdraw completely within an hour.”
“That’s all? I think you should show a bit more sincerity.”
Xia Liuyi fell silent for a moment. “My two largest nightclubs in Mong Kok. That’s everything I can offer. The rest belongs to Xiaoqi Hall and the Elders—I don’t have sole authority.”
“If it’s not up to you alone, then go discuss it with your elders,” Master Qiao replied. “You’d better hurry. My patience is limited.” He hung up again.
“Interesting… truly interesting,” he muttered darkly, then ordered, “Cut off one of his hands first. Send it to Xia Liuyi.”
Just then, the phone rang again.
He answered, amused. “That was quick—already finished discussing?”
“Boss! Bad news! That kid escaped!”
……
The mountain road jolted violently as the car sped along. With each bump, searing pain shot through He Chusan’s right leg. Sweating profusely, he collapsed in the back seat, gritting his teeth and gasping.
The man who had saved him drove in silence.
He Chusan struggled to sit up, studying the man’s cold, stern profile. Only then did he recognize him—the officer who had arrested Xia Liuyi before. Though puzzled, he still said sincerely, “Thank you.”
Xie Jiahua glanced at him through the rearview mirror. “No need.”
“How did you know I was there?”
Xie Jiahua said nothing.
He Chusan didn’t press further, though his suspicions deepened. This place was remote, and it was a Monday morning—there was no way this officer had simply passed by.
Still, no matter the reason, this man had saved him from danger. Swallowing, he said earnestly, “Thank you. Really.”
“He Chusan, you’re a clean man. Take care of yourself,” Xie Jiahua said coldly. “Don’t associate with people you shouldn’t.”
He Chusan immediately understood—this was about Xia Liuyi and the conflict between gangs. This officer not only knew the inside story but even knew where he had been held. Suspicion stirred within him, but he wisely kept silent, focusing only on enduring the pain.
Xie Jiahua dropped him off at a nearby hospital without another word and drove away.
He Chusan limped inside on his own, was placed in a wheelchair by a nurse, and just before being wheeled into surgery, struggled weakly. “Wait—I need to make a call first.”
……
Inside the car, everyone watched as Xia Liuyi crushed yet another mobile phone in his hand. Scarhead remained kneeling, not daring to raise his head, as fragments fell onto the floor beside his knees.
“Boss…” Xiao Ma looked at Xia Liuyi’s grim expression, laced with barely concealed pain. He wanted to comfort him, but feared saying the wrong thing—and feared even more that Xia Liuyi might vent his anger on Scarhead. In the end, he kicked Scarhead hard, outwardly blaming him while actually deflecting. “Damn it, this is all your fault! Trying to help and only making things worse!”
Scarhead, miserable, slapped himself again. “It’s all my fault—Boss, just kill me!”
At this moment, Xia Liuyi truly did feel like hacking him apart—but reason held him back. With a weary wave, he dismissed him, then leaned back slowly into the seat, covering his face with his trembling right hand.
Just hours ago, they had been watching the sunset on the beach, chatting idly. The warmth of He Chusan still lingered on his lips. He bit down hard, tasting rust.
His chest ached unbearably, yet there was nowhere to vent it.
He felt like he was going mad—but he could not afford to lose control now.
He didn’t even dare imagine what would happen next.
Drawing a painful breath, he forced himself to stay clear-headed, trying to think of a way to salvage the situation—but his thoughts were a tangled mess.
He Chusan… He Chusan… you bastard, you damned bastard!
I should never have met you! I should’ve stabbed you to death with a stool leg back then! I shouldn’t have toyed with you! I shouldn’t have let you get close! I shouldn’t have—
Ring, ring, ring—
Everyone jumped, looking down at the shattered corpse of the phone. Scarhead pawed at it—no response.
Finally, Xiao Ma scrambled to pull out his own phone. Cui Dongdong’s urgent voice came through: “Why can’t I reach the boss? We’ve got news on Xiao Sanzi!”
……
He Chusan’s right leg had a fracture—not too serious. After being put in a cast, he was wheeled out, lying on the hospital bed staring blankly at the ceiling when suddenly a commotion erupted outside.
The corridor fell into chaos. A man reeking of blood shoved people aside and stormed in, kicking the door open and charging toward He Chusan’s bed, his face twisted with fury.
With a thick bandage on his forehead, his right leg suspended in the air, and an IV needle in his hand, He Chusan stared wide-eyed at Xia Liuyi—who looked like he was about to kill someone.
Seeing Xia Liuyi raise his hand with gritted teeth—
He Chusan stammered in panic, “Brother L-Liuyi, don’t—don’t hit me, I—I’ve got a head injury…”
Xia Liuyi’s arm swung down—
—and seized his collar, yanking him up into a fierce kiss!
“Mmph—mmph—! …mmph… mm…”
The Elite He, nearly suffocated, let out weaker and weaker sounds as he was devoured. Cui Dongdong, who had rushed in behind, quickly turned and blocked the door.
“Clear out, clear out! What are you staring at? Triad business—move along!”
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