Chapter Thirty-One: The Fourth Person!

Yang Mi deliberately paused at this point, her gaze toward Liu Haizhu appearing somewhat strange.

Liu Haizhu’s heart skipped a beat as he asked, "What—what kind of leg technique..."

Yang Mi parted her red lips slightly and whispered, "He has likely been pursuing Luo Yingsi all this time—the girl you’re fond of."

It felt as though something had shattered inside Liu Haizhu’s heart. He stared at her, his chest tightening with anguish.

A hint of satisfaction flashed in Yang Mi’s eyes as she continued, "As for the other branches, you must remember them as well: the leader of the Mong Kok district is 'Fine-Eye'; the leader of the Tsim Sha Tsui district is 'Prince'..."

...

Yang Mi earnestly cautioned him, "You must remember that Huang Kai is an incredibly sinister man. He is very close with the foreigners; he is someone you must guard against! Then there are the two bosses in Kwun Tong and Chai Wan—they are both brothers of Ah Nan. Finally, you must pay special attention to one person."

Liu Haizhu: "Who!"

Yang Mi said in a low, heavy voice, "Prince of Tsim Sha Tsui. Also, his right-hand man, Duan Kun, is no pushover either! Rumor has it that Brother Prince of Hong Le is the best fighter of them all; only your Dongsheng’s Situ Sang could hold his own against him for a few rounds!"

Liu Haizhu nodded and said seriously, "I’ll remember that!"

Yang Mi pursed her lips. She didn't mind adding fuel to the fire: "Don't say I didn't warn you—Luo Yingsi is the apple of Dongsheng’s eye. You like her, and 'Handsome' Nan likes her too, but the gap between you and that Ah Nan is no small matter."

Upon hearing this, Liu Haizhu’s eyes betrayed a flicker of agitation: "I have a formal government position! That punk is just a hoodlum—how can he compare to me?!"

Yang Mi curled the corner of her lips: "What’s the use in saying that? If you have the ability to make everyone in Dongsheng submit to you, then you are better than 'Handsome' Nan! Don't forget, we girls in Hong Kong all admire the strong—let alone Luo Yingsi, who grew up in this kind of environment. Tell me, would she ever fancy a weakling?"

Liu Haizhu bristled instantly: "Who are you calling a weakling!"

Old Wan glared at her: "Look at how you’ve riled him up."

...

After saying this, Old Wan pulled him aside, and the two spoke in hushed tones.

A few minutes later, Liu Haizhu turned his head and asked, "Let me ask you: I’ve seen people fighting here, and they always go for the kill. What if I end up killing someone else?"

Yang Mi smiled: "Under normal circumstances, it wouldn't be allowed, but you’ve already killed Sha Mang—what else can I say? If you have to strike, then strike. Let’s not dwell on this; let’s talk about the mission."

Liu Haizhu stiffened his neck, still defiant: "What, are you going to issue me a license to kill?"

Old Wan also looked at Yang Mi, his gaze filled with confusion. Living on the same planet, surely the laws shouldn't differ this much, right?

...

Yang Mi looked at the two of them and said firmly, "Listen closely: as long as you dare to do it, I dare to take the heat for you! If I can't shoulder it, the Commissioner of Police will; if that doesn't work, the mighty Motherland will be your backing!"

Liu Haizhu opened his mouth and laughed: "Oh, well, if you put it that way, then I’m confident."

Yang Mi stood with her hands behind her back, her eyes bright as she looked out over the bustling harbor city: "In two years, Hong Kong will return to the Motherland. Currently, those foreigners in the Governor's mansion are turning a blind eye to those of us transferred from the mainland. Although the eventual goal is for Hong Kong people to govern Hong Kong, these gangs won't just vanish. However, whether it’s me or us... we will never trust those street thugs. My superior told me: first, you must fight to make a name for yourself! You, Liu Haizhu, must strive to become the leader of Dongsheng within two years. And remember—drug dealers are absolutely forbidden by the organization!"

Liu Haizhu squinted: "You mean heroin?"

Yang Mi nodded.

Liu Haizhu nodded solemnly: "Rest assured, that will never happen!"

Yang Mi looked at his handsome face and smiled—that was more like it. She then added, "I forgot to tell you: your position has been transferred from your small county to our police station. You are now a Confidential Senior Agent. Your superiors are Old Wan and me. This is top secret; no fourth person will ever know!"

...

Downstairs in the café, Luo Yingsi, sitting by the window, suddenly smiled and pursed her lips. She murmured to herself, "So, am I the fourth person, then?"

...

Hearing this, Liu Haizhu felt a stir of excitement. He looked at Uncle Wan and asked, "Old Uncle, once the job is done, can I transfer back?"

Old Wan smiled and looked at Yang Mi: "You tell him."

Yang Mi turned to Liu Haizhu and said seriously, "Forget the future; even with your current rank, if you transferred back, you’d be at least a Deputy Chief of a local police station."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk..." Liu Haizhu pulled out a stack of bills and asked, "What about the money they gave me?"

Money? Old Wan was bewildered. In this line of work, such a good thing existed?!

Yang Mi narrowed her eyes and pondered: "You are on a special mission. As for this money, half goes to the organization, and half is yours."

Old Wan snatched it away: "Uncle will keep it for you so you can afford a wife."

The kid stood there empty-handed, staring at Old Wan’s pocket, grinding his teeth and wondering if he should snatch it back. In the end, however, he didn't quite dare.

Yang Mi stepped forward and said softly, "Comrade Liu Haizhu, if you truly reach that point, it will be a monumental achievement! If you want to make a name for yourself, you have to keep fighting. If you can unify the four major brands—'Hong Le,' 'Dongsheng,' 'Wo Luen Shing,' and the 'Walled City'—and become the underground emperor of this city, then I might even have a chance to nominate you for Superintendent."

Liu Haizhu regained his composure: "And what is a Superintendent?"

Old Wan chimed in: "The Director of the Public Security Department back home in Hubei."

The kid raised an eyebrow and turned to leave.

...

Old Wan shouted at his retreating back, "Great Sage, what is your purpose in going?"

Liu Haizhu: "To shatter the heavens!"

Old Wan let out a wild, unrestrained laugh: "And if you never return?"

Liu Haizhu turned his head and gave a disdainful smile: "They aren't worthy!"

...

Not long after Liu Haizhu left, Old Wan slapped his forehead in a panic: "Oh, damn it all! I forgot something—isn't this going to be a complete disaster?"

Yang Mi: "What is it?"

Old Wan, acting like a thief, said guiltily, "You remember that time we were drinking? Didn't I take a call?"

"I know," Yang Mi said, her hair rippling like waves at her fingertips, as if it were a moving melody. She said playfully, "Didn't you say your sister was coming over to visit for a few days?"

Old Wan’s gums were inflamed with stress: "Yeah, that's it... wait, no, that's not it!"

Thinking of the tall tales he had just spun, Old Wan was even more anxious: "The 'sister' I mentioned is his aunt! If things go wrong, she might even bring that girl, Dong Zhizhi, along with her. It’s killing me—what am I supposed to do?"

Yang Mi rolled her eyes beautifully: "That’s your problem!"

"This is... a complete disaster!" Old Wan muttered, his mouth full of fire, absolutely frantic. He quickly pulled out his phone, found the number labeled 'Punishment, Little Chen,' and called it.