Chapter 215: An Unusual Party
As soon as Lin Feng entered, he spotted many familiar faces.
No, basically, they were all familiar faces.
People like Chuen Bo from Wo Luen Shing and White-Haired Old Man from Wo Hing Shing were seen almost every other day, but what was surprising was that Axe Jun from Sun Yee On also came.
"Huh, why would Sun Yee On let you come here?"
"You are a Double Red Pole."
The Triad's Double Red Pole was not an ordinary term.
Generally speaking, Red Poles were present in almost every Triad.
As the first of the three highest ranks, every Triad could appoint their own Red Poles. They could even have multiple Red Poles.
Take Hung Hing, for example; at least half of the Twelve Hall Masters started as Red Poles.
Big D, who was about to join Hung Hing, was also a Red Pole.
Based on combat strength, Lin Feng should have been awarded Red Pole, but he followed in his Big Boss's footsteps and became a Straw Sandal.
Li Fu was another example of this, also becoming a Straw Sandal.
Red Poles were essentially the Triad's action team, excelling in combat. When the Triad clashed with other Triads, they led the action team to fight on the front lines.
This was their mission.
Axe Jun was a Red Pole of Sun Yee On, and what was even more impressive was that he was a Double Red Pole.
What was a Double Red Pole?
A Double Red Pole meant that, in addition to your own Triad, another Triad had also honored you.
This was not something an ordinary person could achieve.
Axe Jun was such a formidable person.
"I'm just a Red Pole; there are many Big Bosses above me. But you, being able to appear at this event, it seems the rumors are true."
Axe Jun was very humble in front of Lin Feng.
He had to be humble!
The details of the Tung Sing and Hung Hing negotiations had already spread: it was this refined Lin Feng who, with a single palm strike, had left Szeto Ho-Nam on the brink of death.
When Axe Jun first heard about this, he thought he was hallucinating.
He had dealt with Szeto Ho-Nam before.
That man was a truly fierce individual, and even if he wasn't as strong as Axe Jun, he wasn't far off.
In any case, Axe Jun couldn't easily dispatch Szeto Ho-Nam with such a casual move.
Axe Jun was a Red Pole, true, but he wasn't an idiot.
After hearing this news, he confirmed one thing: Lin Feng was not someone he could provoke.
When Heung Yim told him to move, he moved without a second thought.
Now, seeing Lin Feng in person, he showed no sign of hostility.
"Rumors?"
Lin Feng was curious:
"What rumors?"
Axe Jun shrugged, then lowered his voice and said:
"I heard there's something fishy about Camel's death."
Lin Feng was speechless:
"Has that rumor spread far and wide?"
"What are the rumors saying?"
Axe Jun had nothing to hide from Lin Feng, so he said:
"I heard Camel was killed by his own people, and even your Mr. Chiang was implicated by Camel."
Lin Feng remained silent.
"We're all Triad members; most of these so-called rumors are true."
"No smoke without fire, right?"
Axe Jun was very frank:
"Combined with Tung Sing's hasty funeral for Camel, it really seems problematic."
"The Big Boss sent me here to find out what exactly happened."
"My Sun Yee On doesn't want to be inexplicably played for a fool."
Lin Feng looked at him curiously:
"I remember you used to operate in Causeway Bay. You were driven out by me; don't you have any resentment?"
Axe Jun laughed:
"You didn't drive me out; that was an order from the Big Boss. I just moved myself."
"Let me tell you a little secret."
"Ever since I found out you were becoming the Hall Master of Causeway Bay, I immediately didn't want to stay there anymore."
"It's just one street; what's the point?"
"And I'd be caught between your Tung Sing and Hung Hing; I might end up as cannon fodder."
"But, I'm one of the Sun Yee On Five Tigers. If I proposed to move myself, it would damage my reputation."
"I didn't know what to do, then the Big Boss gave the order, so what was there to hesitate about?"
"Naturally, I fled quickly!"
Lin Feng admired him:
"Elder Xiang also put some thought into this."
Axe Jun's expression stiffened, and he looked at him incredulously:
"I've shown such weakness, and you can still connect it to my Big Boss?"
Lin Feng shrugged:
"The problem is, you're Axe Jun; you shouldn't be showing such weakness."
Axe Jun gave a thumbs up.
"Impressive."
Then he asked cautiously,
"Mr. Lin, I don't know what happened back then, but the Big Boss said he has no intention of being your enemy."
Lin Feng shrugged and smiled:
"It's all business; I've forgotten everything before."
Axe Jun was even more careful:
"Really?"
Lin Feng said frankly:
"Of course, it's true. I imagine in Elder Xiang's eyes, I'm not an enemy, am I?"
Axe Jun quickly said:
"No, he speaks very highly of you, praising you as a young hero…"
Axe Jun said with a bitter face,
"You've been in the Triad longer than me, but those are our Dragon Head's exact words… not him acting superior."
Lin Feng smiled:
"I am indeed very young."
Axe Jun finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Lin Feng said directly:
"I'm a person who clearly distinguishes between gratitude and grudges. Elder Xiang respects me, so I naturally respect him. My reputation should be quite good in the underworld, right?"
Axe Jun's face immediately lit up with joy:
"It's not just good; it's truly top-notch."
Hung Hing's most famous Straw Sandal wasn't built in a day.
When Lin Feng of Hung Hing was mentioned, everyone gave a thumbs up and praised him, saying, "A good man, righteous!"
Axe Jun immediately felt at ease.
Just as Lin Feng said, even if this was Camel's funeral, having one Straw Sandal represent the Triad would be enough. Why would he, a Double Red Pole, be dispatched?
This was something Heung Yim specifically requested.
Why was Heung Yim's attitude like this?
The reason was that two days prior, he had received a call from Dai Kuen Pao, who not only chewed him out thoroughly but also revealed a fact—
Lin Feng only had friends in the underworld, no enemies.
Heung Yim couldn't understand it at the time—only friends and no enemies, wasn't that just being a good guy?
Could there be a good guy in the underworld?
Absolutely not!
Could a good guy's reputation be as great as Lin Feng's?
Even more impossible!
The underworld was cannibalistic; if a good guy didn't have a background, they would have been eaten until nothing was left.
Brother Kei of Hung Hing seemed like a good guy, yet he was the first to fight.
How could a good guy exist in the underworld?
After hanging up the phone, Heung Yim pondered but couldn't understand Dai Kuen Pao's meaning.
Lin Feng had no enemies?
That was ridiculous. When you're in the Triad, making money comes first, and to make money, you inevitably rub people the wrong way.
Naturally, you would make enemies and hold grudges.
How could it be possible to have friends everywhere?
After a careful investigation, he was almost scared to death—Lin Feng's enemies were basically all dead!
Heung Yim broke out in a cold sweat.
Everyone who had animosity towards Lin Feng was dead, so didn't that mean he had no enemies, only friends left?
As for how those people died… Heung Yim didn't believe they committed suicide.
What terrified him was that even as Lin Feng's enemies died one by one, Lin Feng's reputation remained completely unaffected. This was truly the most terrifying part.
So, when he heard that Lin Feng would be attending, he simply sent Axe Jun to show goodwill.
Axe Jun left contentedly; the mission assigned by the Big Boss was successfully completed, which was the most important task. The rest was just going through the motions.
Lin Feng put away his smile.
It wasn't that he was dissatisfied with Axe Jun, nor did he have any issues with Heung Yim; it was out of respect for Camel.
Heung Yim proactively sought peace, and Lin Feng was naturally happy with that.
Didn't Liang Kun say that when you're in the Triad, making money comes first, and more friends mean more opportunities?
Lin Feng felt that Heung Yim's style meant he wouldn't be friends with him, but Axe Jun, on the other hand, might be.
But even if they weren't friends, there was no need to become enemies.
It was all business, and in business, harmony brings wealth.
Just as Lin Feng put away his smile, he saw another person approaching. It was Lok Chi-ming, one of the Sun Luen Shing Five Tigers.
"Mr. Lin."
Lin Feng said curiously:
"Aren't you enjoying yourself in Sun Luen Shing? Why did Brother Chang send you here?"
Lok Chi-ming shrugged:
"I'd like to enjoy myself, but Brother Chang won't let me."
"Ah Tim's territory has already been completely taken over by me."
"How can I enjoy myself like before?"
Lin Feng smiled:
"I knew it; it's impossible for you to enjoy yourself."
"You're the person Brother Chang trusts most. His trust in you even surpasses Master Jin's. It's impossible for you to enjoy yourself."
Lok Chi-ming shrugged:
"This wasn't my intention."
Lin Feng's smile faded:
"Once you're in the Triad, you're not your own master. You made a choice at the beginning, and this is your destiny."
"Unless you want to watch him fall."
Szeto Ho-Nam's expression stiffened, looking very conflicted.
Initially, he had joined Sun Luen Shing with the intention of seeing it collapse, but after staying there for a long time, he developed feelings for it.
It was impossible to make him leave Sun Luen Shing now.
Lin Feng watched from the side, clearly seeing Szeto Ho-Nam's struggle.
He always considered himself a police officer, so he subconsciously resisted Triad matters.
However, after three years in prison, he couldn't go back.
Coupled with Lam Yiu-cheung and Chuen Bo in Sun Luen Shing, Szeto Ho-Nam could only remain there.
The Triad was a huge dye vat (dye vat), and many Police Force elites gradually changed after joining a Triad.
Szeto Ho-Nam was relatively good; many others directly betrayed the Police Force and became complete Triad members.
That was the worst.
"Since you're comfortable in the Triad, then the next Chairman after Brother Chang will be you, right?"
Szeto Ho-Nam shook his head:
"Brother Chang did discuss this with me, but I explicitly refused him."
"The Chairman of Sun Luen Shing was always a choice between two, wasn't it?"
"Ah Tim is gone, but there's still Chuen Bo."
"I support Chuen Bo."
"Brother Chang didn't say much more."
Lin Feng gave him a deep look and suddenly asked:
"Do you believe in fate?"
Szeto Ho-Nam hesitated for a moment before answering:
"I do!"
Lin Feng said leisurely:
"The Chairman position is a 'three evil's' spot; those without a strong fate cannot hold this position."
"Even someone as powerful as Mr. Chiang is now lying in a hospital bed, needing at least half a year to recover."
"As powerful as Camel, you see he's already lying here."
Szeto Ho-Nam was puzzled:
"Brother Feng, what do you mean?"
Lin Feng said faintly:
"Chuen Bo's fate isn't strong; he won't sit for long."
Szeto Ho-Nam's expression changed dramatically:
"You… you can't curse him."
Lin Feng glanced at Szeto Ho-Nam:
"Curse him?"
"I have no grudge against Chuen Bo, why would I curse him?"
"Do you think this is my judgment?"
"I don't believe in fate, why would I say this?"
"The one who made this judgment is Master Jin."
Boom!
Szeto Ho-Nam was so shocked his Tau Pei tingled, and he blurted out:
"Master Jin?"
Lin Feng smiled:
"We're friends, so I'll explain this to you properly."
"Master Jin said that Chuen Bo's ten-year good fortune has ended, and now his 'fate palace' is afflicted by the 'three evils'… he's currently in a period of bad luck."
"He has been pleading with Brother Chang to reconsider the candidate for Chairman."
"I'm not afraid to tell you, Brother Chang originally favored you, but since you didn't want to take that position, he switched to Chuen Bo."
"When you were chosen for Chairman before, Master Jin didn't say anything, but precisely because you wouldn't do it, only Chuen Bo was left to take the position."
"It was only at this time that Master Jin said these words."
Szeto Ho-Nam was stunned for a moment.
Coming back to his senses, he suddenly felt something was off:
"Brother Feng, this is a secret of Sun Luen Shing, how… how do you know?"
Lin Feng looked at him as if he were an idiot:
"Are you confused?"
"The two big bosses were ostensibly telling me, but they were actually speaking for you to hear."
Szeto Ho-Nam was silent.
Lin Feng's relationship with Sun Luen Shing was much closer than most people imagined.
He had truly resolved a huge problem for Sun Luen Shing.
It wasn't surprising that Master Jin and Brother Chang would say such things to him.
Lin Feng said faintly:
"I don't believe in fate, nor do I believe in Master Jin's predictions."
"However, many people in the underworld believe in this, and I also believe that Master Jin wouldn't speak idly; there must be a reason behind his words."
"I have conveyed what the two seniors said; you just need to consider it carefully."
Szeto Ho-Nam hesitated for a long time, finally shaking his head:
"Chuen Bo is also my brother; I stand with him."
Lin Feng shrugged:
"As you wish."
"Anyway, I've fulfilled the request of the two seniors."
"I was originally planning to go to Kowloon City to find you, but I didn't expect to meet you here instead, which saved me a lot of trouble."
Szeto Ho-Nam shook his head helplessly.
He now understood that coming to Camel's funeral was just being drafted.
For events like this, Uncle Qian could come; there was no need for him at all.
So, that was that.
Szeto Ho-Nam hesitated for a while before saying:
"Thank you, Brother Feng, I will consider it carefully."
Lin Feng nodded slightly.
Szeto Ho-Nam apologized to Lin Feng and left.
Lin Feng watched Szeto Ho-Nam's movements, a slight smile playing on his lips.
Szeto Ho-Nam didn't go to a corner to stay; instead, he walked to another side and began to chat with people.
There were many Triad figures at Camel's funeral.
Even Chung Yee Shun sent people, and many were chatting with others, taking the opportunity to connect and build relationships.
Connections are made this way; you see each other often, and even if it's a funeral, it doesn't stop a few people from exchanging greetings.
They might be strangers at first, but the next time they meet, they've become friends.
If it weren't for the consideration that this was Camel's funeral, it would probably be no different from a wet market.
Never doubt the quality of the big bosses; just think of Fatty Lai's demeanor before, and you'll know.
Lin Feng exchanged a few pleasantries with everyone, then quietly retreated to the side, becoming invisible, but a big boss came directly to him and extended his hand proactively:
"Mr. Lin?"
Lin Feng shook his hand and said:
"Senior Chuen Bo, you're looking quite energetic."
The person who came forward was Chuen Bo.
Chuen Bo said with a bitter smile:
"How could I be well?"
"Big D has already joined your Hung Hing."
Lin Feng laughed:
"Big D joining our Hung Hing is a good thing; anyway, you only treated Big D as a whetstone for others, which was too wasteful, so it's better for him to come to us."
"You are afraid of Big D becoming too dominant, but we Hung Hing are not."
Chuen Bo was startled:
"Mr. Lin… you can't speak carelessly like that."
Lin Feng laughed:
"What's there not to say?"
"Wo Luen Shing's election style has always emphasized balance."
"A strong Dragon Head has never appeared in your Triad."
"Just like Uncle Deng, when he was Dragon Head back then, he wasn't that strong either."
Chuen Bo gave him a deep look:
"Mr. Lin, no wonder Uncle Deng is so wary of you."
"Truly impressive."
Lin Feng looked very wronged:
"Uncle Deng is wary of me?"
"That's an injustice!"
"Our Hung Hing and Wo Luen Shing still have a good relationship; otherwise, when we had conflicts with Tung Sing, could we have invited Uncle Deng to be the mediator?"
"Everyone in the underworld sees each other often."
"Hung Hing has no ambition towards Wo Luen Shing… does Wo Luen Shing have any ideas about Hung Hing?"
Chuen Bo quickly waved his hand:
"No, absolutely not!"
Lin Feng was puzzled:
"If that's the case, then what is there to worry about?"
Chuen Bo thought for a moment and realized he couldn't see through Lin Feng's thoughts.
So, just like he treated Big D, he spoke frankly:
"There will always be competition between Triads, and we, the old timers of Wo Luen Shing, will always want the next generation of the Triad to prosper."
"That way, our lives as old timers will be better."
Lin Feng laughed:
"Senior, you are quite frank."
Chuen Bo said self-deprecatingly:
"I'm already half in the grave; I can deceive heaven and earth, but not myself, so of course I have to be a bit more frank."
Lin Feng asked with a smile:
"Then why have you come to see me?"
Chuen Bo said seriously:
"I want to build a good relationship with you."
Lin Feng was astonished:
"If you say that out loud, it will lead to misunderstandings, won't it?"
"Our Hung Hing and Wo Luen Shing have no conflicts."
Chuen Bo sighed:
"I truly don't want to have any conflicts with your Hung Hing; I declare, I truly don't want even the slightest conflict with you."
"But…"
"Uncle Deng means that you are a threat."
Lin Feng chuckled:
"Uncle Deng suspects we want to swallow Sun Luen Shing?"
Chuen Bo thought for a moment, then finally shook his head:
"Even if it's not exactly that meaning, it's close enough."
"Anyway, he thinks that the most powerful among Wo Luen Shing's next generation, Big D and Lam Wai Lok, are no match for you."
Lin Feng's smile faded:
"Smart people wouldn't think about annexing other Triads; at this time, it's better to be honest."
"Whoever wants to annex other Triads will become the enemy of the entire underworld."
"If Uncle Deng does that, he'll be seeking his own death!"
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Chapter 216: Sudden Change at the Funeral Hall
"Hong Kong is a small place, with hundreds of Triads, and in some areas, there can even be five or six Triads on one street."
"For the government, this situation is undoubtedly the best."
"The more Triads, the easier they are to control."
"Large Triads like Hap Tu do not fit the government's plans—at least not what the Foreigner-governed Hong Kong currently prefers."
"What they like most is chaos among the Triads."
"The more chaotic, the better."
"But this chaos is not aimless chaos; it is controllable chaos."
"If the Triads were truly unified, and all were lawless and capable individuals, do you think the Foreigner could sleep soundly?"
"Chuen Bo, you are a veteran of the underworld; you should understand this principle."
"Hung Hing will not be the first to stick its neck out."
"Wo Luen Shing should not harbor such thoughts either."
"Whoever wants to unify the underworld, the Foreigner government will target them."
Chuen Bo's eyes were full of admiration.
"Mr. Lin, you truly see things clearly."
"Uncle Deng's worry about you was not misplaced; he really found the right person."
Lin Feng rolled his eyes forcefully:
"Why worry about me?"
"Truly idle."
Lin Feng said with a smile,
"I like to make friends, and Chuen Bo's personality suits me very well."
Chuen Bo self-deprecatingly said:
"I'm just a firecracker…"
Lin Feng smiled and shook his head:
"If Big D were compared to you, the two of you combined would have a thousand schemes."
Chuen Bo asked in surprise:
"Big D has schemes?"
Lin Feng continued:
"Big D would have to borrow eight hundred schemes from you, and you, you have eighteen hundred schemes."
"Anyone who truly believes you are just a firecracker, I dare say, is not far from death."
Chuen Bo stopped smiling and looked deeply at Lin Feng.
He had thought he already held Lin Feng in very high regard, but he never expected that this young man in front of him had so profoundly seen through his true nature.
What he said was right; if he didn't have schemes in Sun Luen Shing, a place full of old foxes, he would have been played to death long ago.
Chuen Bo opened his mouth, smiled, and chuckled:
"I'm a firecracker, Big D is a big cannon. We are both straightforward people."
Lin Feng just smiled and did not reply.
If Big D were really like that, it would be great.
Alas, everyone has eight hundred schemes; Big D would have to give eight hundred schemes away.
As Chuen Bo was about to leave, Lin Feng suddenly said:
"Senior, it's rare for us to get along so well. I'll give you a piece of advice; do you want to hear it?"
Chuen Bo quickly said:
"Any advice Mr. Lin gives me, I will definitely listen to."
Lin Feng then said:
"Stay away from Uncle Deng and Lam Wai Lok."
"Those two are not easy to deal with. The next election is in two years, and according to your balance of power, Lok Siu shouldn't be involved."
"So… think about it, will the two foxes fight?"
Chuen Bo's heart tightened.
It seemed, this was really a problem, and a very big one at that.
Chuen Bo said solemnly:
"Thank you, Mr. Lin."
Lin Feng said nothing more.
Whether Chuen Bo believed it or not, it was none of Lin Feng's business.
He had said all he needed to say; if Chuen Bo didn't heed the advice, it wouldn't be his fault.
Just do his best.
No matter if Chuen Bo believed it or not, Lin Feng would benefit.
To put it bluntly, everything was business.
Lin Feng had just seen Chuen Bo off and was hoping for a moment of quiet when someone else approached.
"Today is Senior Camel's death anniversary. Szeto Ho-Nam, aren't you very busy?"
"Why are you here with me?"
Szeto Ho-Nam smiled bitterly:
"What else can I do?"
Lin Feng said seriously:
"You are the head of the Five Tigers, yet only Crow and three others are wearing mourning clothes. Shouldn't you show some respect?"
Szeto Ho-Nam pointed to his attire—he was wearing a black suit, a white flower on his chest, and a 'filial piety' armband on his arm.
"What I am doing now is no different from them?"
"You are a distinguished guest of our Tung Sing, so the Uncles asked me to entertain you."
"Uncle Ben is not convenient to come."
Lin Feng was speechless:
"Why talk about distinguished guests at a time like this?"
"Wouldn't it be better for you to just be in charge of greeting guests?"
Szeto Ho-Nam sighed:
"This world is very realistic. Some people are born important, like you."
"Some people are born unimportant, like that guy from Ho Hung."
"The Uncles will naturally know how to choose."
Lin Feng thought for a moment, then subtly gestured to Szeto Ho-Nam, and the two quietly walked towards the back of the mourning hall.
Li Fu and Ho Yong followed closely behind.
"What exactly are the Uncles of Tung Sing thinking?"
"How could they let Crow and the other three wear mourning clothes?"
Szeto Ho-Nam's expression was very calm,
"The Uncles have already made their decision; those three guys must die."
"The Dragon Head's seventh day of mourning will be their death anniversary."
"Letting them wear mourning clothes is to atone for the Dragon Head."
"This matter has already been decided and cannot be changed."
Lin Feng's eyes nearly popped out:
"These three guys are at most sacrificial offerings; how can they wear mourning clothes for Camel?"
"Do they have the qualifications?"
Szeto Ho-Nam sighed heavily:
"I am just an ordinary hall master; which of the Uncles would listen to me?"
Lin Feng suddenly smiled and said:
"Then you need to be careful."
Szeto Ho-Nam shrugged:
"Brother Feng, you don't need to provoke me. I have no immediate aspirations for the Chairman position."
"My age is not enough, my qualifications are insufficient; it's impossible to sit in the Chairman's seat."
Lin Feng said with a laugh:
"You are quite rational… but your opponents are not."
Szeto Ho-Nam was startled:
"What?"
Lin Feng scoffed:
"You wouldn't think Crow and the other two are fools, would you?"
Szeto Ho-Nam pouted:
"How could they be fools?"
"If they were truly foolish, they wouldn't have come up with such terrifying ideas and put them into action."
"I am still trembling at the audacity of these three."
He sighed, and continued,
"Ng Chi-Wai is the White Paper Fan of the Triad, Crow is a Red Pole, and Lui Yiu-Yeung is even more formidable; he is skilled in both literary and martial arts."
"This guy has a sharp mind, strong martial arts, and he loves playing the piano and classical music."
"Sometimes when I talk to this guy, I feel immense pressure."
"I can't keep up with the conversation at all."
Lin Feng interrupted him:
"You've said so much, yet you still dare to hold Camel's funeral so leisurely?"
Szeto Ho-Nam's mouth twitched slightly:
"Although the former Dragon Head died ingloriously, the funeral still has to be held."
Lin Feng scoffed:
"I think you are treating Crow and the other two as fools."
Szeto Ho-Nam was startled.
Lin Feng's words were already flowing endlessly.
"Why did these three guys commit regicide? Wasn't it for the position of Dragon Head Chairman?"
"As a result, the Uncles of Tung Sing didn't choose any of them, but instead chose Ah Bun. Don't you think this will alert them?"
Szeto Ho-Nam was about to speak, but Lin Feng interrupted him.
"You are the head of the Five Tigers, yet you don't take the lead in wearing mourning clothes, instead letting Crow and the other two wear them and act as filial sons and grandsons?"
"Why specifically those three?"
Szeto Ho-Nam was annoyed and about to retort, but Lin Feng questioned again:
"According to custom, a Triad boss like Camel must have his body displayed for three days before the funeral. Yet, this is only the third day, and you are rushing to hold the funeral?"
"Do you really think others have no brains?"
Szeto Ho-Nam angrily said:
"Do you have any more reasons?"
Lin Feng was very calm:
"Yes!"
Szeto Ho-Nam was dumbfounded:
"You really do?"
Lin Feng shrugged:
"Why so surprised?"
"The last surprising thing is the location of the funeral."
"Why is it in New Territories?"
"Why not in North Point?"
Szeto Ho-Nam stammered to find an excuse:
"That's because…"
Lin Feng mocked mercilessly,
"Because of what?"
"Isn't North Point your Tung Sing's birthplace? Isn't the Tung Sing Building, which Lui Yiu-Yeung now occupies, your original stronghold?"
"Although Camel was the third Dragon Head of Tung Sing, to be fair, Tung Sing became one of the Top Ten Gangs under his leadership."
"Isn't the best place to commemorate him in the ancestral hall?"
"Are you foolish, or am I foolish, or are Crow and the other two foolish?"
"Are the Uncles of Tung Sing really treating Crow and the others as idiots?"
"Do you know that news has already spread in the underworld that Camel was killed by his own people?"
Szeto Ho-Nam was both shocked and scared:
"Which bastard said that? I'll chop him."
Lin Feng shrugged:
"Then go ahead."
"It was Chief Huang Bingyao of West Kowloon Police Headquarters who said it."
Szeto Ho-Nam's mouth dropped open:
"What?"
"…You're lying, right?"
Lin Feng scoffed:
"Would I lie to you?"
"My relationship with Chief Huang is not bad. He asked me if the person who attacked Mr. Chiang was from our Hung Hing, and I told him it wasn't."
Therefore, he concluded that the attackers of the two Leaders were Tung Sing's inside men.
The two big brothers are both men of their word, powerful Chairmen. Even if they were to have tea together, it would be a top-secret affair.
If the Chairman's whereabouts were that easy to track, they would have died countless times by now.
Understand?
Situ was silently speechless.
Lin Feng then said faintly:
"Several other Triads have asked me the same question."
Situ was silent for a while before saying:
"They have no evidence."
Lin Feng mocked him thoroughly:
"We are a Triad. What evidence do we need? Only the police need evidence."
"Anyway, it's already quietly spreading in the underworld."
Situ was stunned.
Lin Feng said indifferently:
"Then do you know the mood of Crow and the others?"
Situ wanted to escape quickly, not wanting to hear Lin Feng continue his analysis, but his feet were nailed to the ground like spikes, unable to move a single step.
"Brother Feng... let's not talk about it anymore, okay?"
Situ instinctively chose to evade.
Lin Feng glared at him:
"Fool!"
"Although you're full of grand theories, I don't like it."
"After all, our cooperation has been pretty good, and I don't want you to be cut down so inexplicably."
"If Tung Sing has another mishap, it will be another A lot of trouble."
"I hate trouble."
"Let me tell you, Crow and the others are afraid."
"You can determine the cause of Camel's death, so do you think those uncles in Tung Sing who have been in the game their whole lives can't figure it out?"
"Our generation occasionally uses firearms, but the older generation all used cold weapons. When it comes to examining injuries, they are much more professional than us."
"Do you understand what this means?"
"Do these guys like Crow really think they can hide it from Tung Sing's uncles?"
"I don't think so."
"All these abnormal actions—holding the funeral early, not holding it in North Point, making these three wear mourning clothes, etc... So many coincidences put together, are you treating Crow and the other two as fools, or are you yourselves fools?"
Sweat poured down Szeto Ho-Nam's face.
Lin Feng added:
"Do you know what it means to have a guilty conscience?"
"Crow and the others are at a sensitive time; they have to think carefully about everything they see."
"Your actions are full of flaws, yet you still dare to hope that Crow and the others won't be alerted in the slightest?"
"What were you thinking?"
Just as Situ was about to leave, Lin Feng spoke again,
"I always thought Uncle Ben was an old, cunning fox. Now, I retract my statement."
"Let's see if he can live to see another day."
Situ was greatly alarmed, about to run, when he heard the emcee already calling out. The man's steps stopped again.
Lin Feng stood behind him, completely ignoring what the emcee was saying, and said to him calmly:
"Seeing as I still find you pleasing to the eye, I suggest you don't go over."
Situ's face turned green:
"Why?"
Lin Feng said indifferently:
"Tung Sing's uncles are thinking quite nicely. First, stabilize Crow and the other two, make them wear mourning clothes for Camel, and then execute these three on the seventh day of Camel's death..."
"They're really treating Crow and the other two as dead men."
"If I were Crow and the other two, seeing all these unreasonable things, I wouldn't obediently wear mourning clothes and kneel before the altar to be a filial son and grandson to Camel."
"I would definitely push the blame for Camel's murder onto someone else."
"Then who do you guess among so many people here would be a good scapegoat?"
Situ was bewildered and asked involuntarily:
"Who?"
Lin Feng pursed his lips:
"Whoever benefits the most is the best scapegoat."
Situ was greatly alarmed and blurted out:
"Uncle Ben?"
Lin Feng was not surprised that Situ would say that.
Back then, during the public election at Hung Hing's meeting hall, the good-natured Brother Kei had already suspected Ah Bun.
Nothing else, this is the logical behavior of a normal person.
Who benefits most from killing Camel?
Whoever takes the Dragon Head position benefits the most, right?
So who is currently sitting in the Dragon Head position?
Uncle Ben!
Lin Feng sneered:
"Uncle Ben is a thousand-year-old fox, always careful and cautious. I think he's getting carried away now."
Situ didn't believe it.
"Don't believe it?"
"Then look, are Cheuk Kolok and Leopard still by Uncle Ben's side?"
Cheuk Kolok is Tung Sing's top master.
Leopard's combat power is only slightly inferior to Cheuk Kolok's.
The two have always been Uncle Ben's personal bodyguards. Wherever there is danger, these two will definitely accompany him.
Situ's eyes widened.
At this moment, these two were indeed not by Uncle Ben's side.
This was Camel's funeral, and Ah Bun had become Tung Sing's Chairman. Their statuses had risen, and they were now doing the same thing as Situ, busy greeting the various underworld bigwigs who had come to attend the ceremony.
Ah Bun was alone.
No!
Situ's eyes were about to split. Ah Bun still had people behind him—those three wearing mourning clothes: Chan Tin-hung, Ng Chi-Wai, and Lui Yiu-Yeung!
"We will definitely find the real culprit before the funeral ends and offer his head to commemorate Elder Camel!"
Ah Bun solemnly promised.
However, the next moment, he was grabbed by the neck.
Everyone was in an uproar.
The one who grabbed his neck was none other than Crow!
Lui Yiu-Yeung snatched the microphone and said sharply:
"I've long been fed up with these useless guys who occupy positions without doing anything. They are clearly the murderers, yet they shamelessly talk about avenging Elder Camel?"
Cheuk Kolok, Leopard, Situ, and a group of uncles shouted loudly:
"Crow, put down the Dragon Head."
Chan Tin-hung gave a sinister smile and actually pulled out another dagger, lightly cutting Uncle Ben's neck. Blood immediately flowed out.
No one dared to move.
Lui Yiu-Yeung held the microphone and shouted:
"You are Tung Sing's uncles, you are the heads of various halls. The enemy who killed Elder Camel is right in front of you, yet you don't think about avenging Elder Camel, but actually want to rebel!!"
"This is truly an unforgivable sin!"
With the microphone in Lui Yiu-Yeung's hand, he easily suppressed all the noisy voices.
Lui Yiu-Yeung's gaze sharpened, listing everyone's transgressions one by one:
"The Dragon Head was attacked and killed, dying inexplicably. According to the rules, a new Dragon Head cannot be elected within the first seven days."
"As a result, the uncles impatiently elected a new Dragon Head."
"As a result, none of us Five Tigers participated. Are we not Tung Sing's hall masters?"
"This is the first suspicious point!"
"According to the rules, the Dragon Head should be laid in state for three days, then buried. But this funeral started on the third day."
"It's very obvious. The uncles disrespect the Dragon Head; they couldn't even wait three days and wanted to bury the Dragon Head."
"This is the second suspicious point."
"Where is our Hung Hing ancestral hall?"
"It's in the Tung Sing Building in North Point!"
"The Dragon Head worked tirelessly. It was under his leadership that we became one of the Top Ten Gangs and gained respect in the underworld."
"The Dragon Head's funeral should not only be solemn but also grand."
"The most suitable location should be the Tung Sing Building!"
"But why did the uncles not choose North Point, but instead arrange it in the New Territories?"
"This is the third suspicious point."
There was an uproar below.
A hint of panic appeared in Uncle Ben's pupils.
Situ looked at Lin Feng in horror, as if he had seen a ghost.
Lui Yiu-Yeung's voice became even more impassioned:
"Look at our attire. We are wearing mourning clothes, we are the Dragon Head's filial sons and grandsons."
"Yet from beginning to end, all matters have nothing to do with us, these filial sons and grandsons."
"The three of us are like puppets on strings, at everyone's mercy."
"Whose filial sons and grandsons are like this?"
"It doesn't matter!"
"Today is the Dragon Head's big day; we cannot let him leave without peace of mind."
"But Uncle Ben actually uttered such arrogant words, without a hint of remembrance for the Dragon Head. His words, both explicit and implicit, were all about asserting his claim to the Dragon Head position."
"Ng Chi-Wai couldn't hold back, Chan Tin-hung couldn't hold back, and I, Lui Yiu-Yeung, couldn't hold back either!"
"We don't want the Dragon Head to leave so inexplicably. This is not only to seek justice for the Dragon Head but also for ourselves."
"We are afraid that after the funeral, Uncle Ben will put a label on us, saying—"
"We killed the Dragon Head!"
"A new emperor, a new courtier; we understand."
"But we don't want to die with that name!"