“It’s a pity I didn’t awaken my past life memories earlier. It would have been much better if I had.” Ye Yao Zu thought to himself, he had been in the underworld for three years now.
The most important thing was that he was on the list. If he had awakened his past life memories earlier, he would never have become an undercover agent, no undercover agent ever had a good ending.
Although Ye Yao Zu admired those who became undercover agents for their faith, he couldn’t do it.
Now that he was on the list, no one knew he was an undercover agent except for himself. What was the point?
Now there was only one way to go, and that was to go all the way. As for retiring from the underworld?
What are you thinking about? You’re already in, and you want to get out? Is the underworld a toilet that you can go to whenever you want?
“Now, let's think about how to make some money. Should I pull off a big job?” Ye Yao Zu looked towards the direction of Kowloon Walled City, the source of all the chaos in Kowloon.
People from all walks of life were there.
Kowloon was big, but it was also small. There were quite a few rich people inside. Pulling off a big job wouldn't be a burden for Ye Yao Zu, but the only problem was he didn’t have a suitable weapon.
The low-ranking gangsters really didn't have any money. Ye Yao Zu had managed to save 100,000 in three years, which was all from usury and not gambling or whoring. Other low-ranking gangsters would have spent it all by now.
Just as Ye Yao Zu was thinking about whether or not to pull off a big job tonight, the door was knocked on urgently.
Ye Yao Zu opened the door and a yellow-haired man with a face full of blood, looking terrified, said to Ye Yao Zu, “Brother Zu, it’s not good, the Dongxing guys are here.”
“Take your time, Mao Zi, don't rush.” Ye Yao Zu frowned and looked outside. It was only noon, and the rules, or rather the unwritten rules, of Hong Kong said that after midnight was the time for the low-ranking gangsters.
What were the Dongxing guys up to in broad daylight?
Mao Zi was also one of the only few younger brothers under Ye Yao Zu's command. He was a formal member of the Hongxing and was on the list. He was a Level 4-9, the lowest level of the Hongxing.
“Just now, Skinny and I were guarding the pool hall when the Dongxing guys suddenly attacked. I barely escaped.” As Mao Zi spoke, his eyes showed an unconcealed fear.
Ye Yao Zu's heart sank.
“What about Skinny and the others?”
At the sound of Ye Yao Zu's words, Mao Zi subconsciously lowered his head.
Ye Yao Zu glanced at Mao Zi. Mao Zi didn't say anything. This meant Skinny and the others were probably gone.
“Let's go to the pool hall,” Ye Yao Zu said to Mao Zi.
“Brother Zu, maybe we shouldn’t go?” Mao Zi's eyes darted around as he spoke.
Seeing Mao Zi’s appearance, Ye Yao Zu looked at him with meaning. Something was wrong.
But he still had to go. He was a straw sandal under Fine-Eyes' command, guarding only a pool hall. If something happened, it would be his problem. He would be in trouble then.
Mao Zi followed behind Ye Yao Zu, silent and with his head lowered.
Ye Yao Zu and Mao Zi quickly arrived at the pool hall. Ye Yao Zu pushed open the door and walked in.
Over a dozen Dongxing thugs were waiting for Ye Yao Zu, armed with clubs. Three of his own younger brothers were lying on the ground, unconscious.
Bang!!!
The door behind Ye Yao Zu slammed shut.
Ye Yao Zu looked at Mao Zi behind him, who was holding a dagger. “Mao Zi, Skinny and the others were good to you. They always helped you when things got tough. Is this how you repay them?”
“Ye Yao Zu, don't pretend to be so righteous. We’re all in the underworld. What’s the point of acting? With the money you collect from this pool hall, you couldn't even afford to buy shit. If you weren't selling drugs, where would you get the money?” Mao Zi looked at Ye Yao Zu with a fierce glint in his eyes.
“That’s right, this pool hall is ours, the Dongxing, from today on.” A voice rang out. The Dongxing thugs made way, and a scar-faced man walked in from outside.
“Scarface.” Ye Yao Zu looked at Scarface. They were both low-ranking gangsters in the Dongxing, but the main force of the Dongxing was in Taiwan. The Dongxing’s influence in Hong Kong was nowhere near as big.
But one thing, the Dongxing had money, and that was something the Hongxing couldn’t match.
The Dongxing made their money from selling drugs, so they never lacked money. As long as they had territory, they could make money continuously. The Hongxing, on the other hand, didn't do this business, but they had more territory. Moreover, the conflict between the two had been around for a long time.
The Dongxing had been eyeing the Hongxing's territory for a long time, and the Hongxing was not happy with the Dongxing. This kind of thing was very normal.
Ye Yao Zu looked at Mao Zi, who was holding a knife towards him, and suddenly agreed with Raven. No one in this underworld had any loyalty. Even their own brothers were stabbing them with knives.
“Take him down.” Scarface, holding a cigarette, said to his men.
He had been eyeing this place for a long time. In this era, pool halls, bars, and KTVs were breeding grounds for gangsters.
It only took one time to turn someone into a gangster, and then they would be hooked for life, and all of them were money. The scariest thing was that when they ran out of money, they would drag others in, which was known as “recruiting.”
Ye Yao Zu wasn't a good guy, but he wouldn't do things like selling drugs, which was like giving birth to a son without an ass. He had no objection to doing it in foreign countries, like Korea or Japan, but here in Hong Kong, he knew he would be going back eventually.
Some things were bottom lines in China that he couldn't touch, and shouldn’t touch. Anyone who touched them would die.
Mao Zi's eyes were filled with ferocity, and he lunged at Ye Yao Zu with the knife, along with the Dongxing thugs.
If it had been the previous Ye Yao Zu, he would have been in trouble, but now, after being strengthened, he wouldn’t put these people in his eyes.
Ye Yao Zu grabbed Mao Zi's arm as he stabbed, crushing it with his hand. The dagger in Mao Zi's hand fell to the ground.
“Ah!!” Mao Zi screamed in pain as he clutched his broken arm.
Ye Yao Zu didn’t look at Mao Zi, who was curled up on the ground in pain, but charged into the crowd of Dongxing thugs like a tiger in a sheep pen, snatching an iron rod that was swinging towards him.
Ye Yao Zu kicked one of the Dongxing thugs away, and, holding the iron rod, his eyes cold, he crushed the bones of the Dongxing thugs who attacked him.
No technique, only power, simple crushing of speed, strength, and reaction.
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