Not that I'm saying anything, but this "Death Scissors Foot" guy can afford a mansion on the hillside, he must have been raking it in all these years. Chen Dong pressed the doorbell, a wave of disdain washing over him.
“Ding-dong, ding-dong!”
“Coming!”
A young girl's voice came from inside.
“Cousin, you're here.”
A small head popped out from behind the opened door.
“Ya Zi, aren't you at school? When did you come back?”
Chen Dong asked, somewhat surprised, looking at the girl.
Death Scissors Foot's daughter, his cousin Ya Zi, was the sharp policewoman from that Big Nose movie, "City Hunter." He hadn't considered that possibility before, thinking it was just a name coincidence. Plus, Ya Zi was still in school then, and didn't really look like her. His aunt was quite against her becoming a police officer. But in the past two years, Ya Zi had grown up, especially now, at nineteen, she was a bona fide Hong Kong beauty. He was basically certain that this Ya Zi was the one from the movie.
“We’ve been on holiday for a month, duh. Hey, what did you bring? Got anything for me?”
Ya Zi entered, saw the gift in Chen Dong's hand, and said with a grin.
“It’s been so long since we last saw each other, I didn’t know what you like, just bought something randomly. Where are Uncle and Aunt?”
After handing her the prepared gift, he looked around, but didn’t see Death Scissors Foot or his aunt.
“Dad, Mom, Cousin is here.”
Ya Zi unwrapped the gift while shouting to the upstairs.
“Ah Dong is here… ”
Not long after, Huang Bing Yao and a middle-aged beautiful woman came down from the stairs. Standing together, they were a perfect example of a flower stuck in cow dung, no matter how many times you looked at it, it just didn't match.
I don't know what kind of luck Huang Bing Yao, this middle-aged short and fat guy, had to marry such a beautiful wife. Ya Zi can be said to have inherited her mother's genes, while perfectly avoiding her father's.
“What are you looking at, you little brat? I was way more handsome than you when I was young! Like nephew like uncle, you'll be uglier than me when you reach my age,”
Noticing his nephew's gaze, Huang Bing Yao knew exactly what this brat was thinking. His good mood instantly disappeared, and he snapped.
“Alright, alright, don't talk to him like that. Ah Dong is here, why are you bringing a gift.”
Aunt, looking both annoyed and amused, twisted Huang Bing Yao's waist fat and said to Chen Dong.
“Cough… yeah, Aunt, Happy Birthday.”
Chen Dong felt his scalp tingling under those loving eyes, so he said stiffly.
“Ah Dong, you're working outside, are you tired? Are you settled in? If not, just come back home to live.”
As soon as he sat down, Aunt started talking about the old topic again. She still didn't know that her foster nephew was a gangster. Huang Bing Yao, worried that his wife would get cancer from anger, didn't say anything. He thought that this nephew was working in a debt collection company.
“No need, Aunt. My work hours are unstable, sometimes I have to entertain, so I get home late and don’t want to disturb you.”
Chen Dong quickly waved his hands and gave Death Scissors Foot a look.
You handle your wife!
“Yeah, your health isn’t good either. This kid stays out with those buddies until late every night. Plus, he’s grown up, it’s not convenient for him to live with us. If he wants to see us, he can just visit more often.”
After receiving the signal, Huang Bing Yao also chimed in to cover for him.
If this brat lived at home, just based on that over-the-shoulder dragon tattoo, he’d surely expose himself. What kind of regular company white-collar worker would have that… if you’re not tough, you can't even carry it.
“You’re right. When are you bringing your girlfriend to meet your aunt?”
Aunt nodded, then smiled at Chen Dong.
“I’m still focusing on my career right now. Chasing… cough, I’m not thinking about relationships… By the way, Uncle, I have something work-related to talk to you about. Let’s go to the study?”
Chen Dong answered with difficulty, then sent another look to Death Scissors Foot. Honestly, this way of talking after going over it in his head was too difficult for him. If he kept chatting, he was really worried about exposing himself. He had been with Ah Bao and those foul-mouthed gangsters for so long, he hadn't used polite language in ages…
However, the original owner had always been very respectful towards this aunt, always acting like a good boy in the house. It made him feel like he was acting sneaky.
“Alright, it’s been a while since you two last saw each other. Lunch will be ready soon. I’ll go to the kitchen and see if the dishes are done.”
.........
“I knew you were just here early for something, you brat. Spit it out.”
Once they got to the study, Huang Bing Yao didn't bother acting anymore and said contemptuously.
“What else could it be? You're a Chief Inspector, about to be promoted to Superintendent, can't you just fix things for me? Now a bunch of bosses are coming to me to complain, next month they'll be running away and I’ll really be eating the northwest wind.”
Chen Dong complained helplessly.
“….Didn’t you find a Triad member to help you manage the ‘Big Mouth Ying’ line? Plus, you borrowed over twenty million from Ba Bi, now Ba Bi is dead, debt dies with the person, just hold on for another month, you won't starve.”
Huang Bing Yao glared at him, exasperated.
This brat secretly went and borrowed a loan shark loan from Ba Bi, and for over twenty million! When he found out, he nearly had a heart attack. He knew what kind of guy this kid was, he had no skills and couldn’t even handle twenty million. He had planned to send Ba Bi to prison for a few years when the repayment time came, to prevent this brat from being hacked to death later.
Fortunately, Ba Bi was killed yesterday by a small fry from the Hong Xing, so he didn’t have to take action.
“Boss, interest doesn't work that way, you know how many brothers Tong Shu left me? Over fifteen hundred guys, it's all intake and no output. Even a shipping tycoon couldn't support so many mouths. Think of a way, don't tell me you've been mixing it up for so long and can't even cover your own nephew?”
Chen Dong didn’t bother arguing with him, and asked directly.
“Humph! It's just you, brat. Who else dares to say I can't cover them? I'll crack their heads open! Back in the day… ”
Huang Bing Yao wasn’t happy hearing that, he rolled up his sleeves and started bragging about how awesome he was in his youth. Chen Dong had heard these stories until his ears were covered in hair, so he quickly interrupted him. But he was also curious, in the original owner's memory, this guy had spent countless years bragging about his glorious history to the original owner, saying this so-called Death Scissors Foot was handed down from his family, passed down from his father. He’d heard it for years, but why didn't he teach it to the original owner? The original owner’s mother was his own sister, and he used to cuddle her to sleep when he was little.
You know, that was the signature move of the Gambling God, the ultimate killer, Big Zuo.