69novels Chapter 16: This is definitely not over.
Chapter 16: This is definitely not over.
Meanwhile, Song Zhaowen and his men were indulging in a life of debauchery and revelry.
Some people, however, were furious.
Royal Dynasty Nightclub.
Prince Tai gripped the phone receiver, his face ashen.
"Atai, you should withdraw that 'Jianghu Kill Order'."
"Dad! What the hell is going on? Do you know that someone had a gun to my head and you almost died covering our retreat?"
"Oh dear, you're all right, aren't you? Old Fu from Zhengxing found me. It was all a misunderstanding. I'll have that kid Song Zhaowen pay two or three hundred thousand for the reconciliation banquet, and that'll be it. I'm not saying any more, I need to go to the sauna."
Bang bang bang!
Prince Tai slammed the microphone against the wall to vent his anger.
"Damn it, you think I'll just let go like that? How am I supposed to live in the martial arts world after this?"
The news that Zheng Xing had helped Song Zhaowen ascend to the throne had already reached the ears of Crown Prince Tai, who believed that Song Zhaowen must have stepped on his face to get to the throne.
In the underworld, losing face is a great disgrace and a matter of life and death.
Those eyes, seemingly intent on devouring someone, were fixed on Wei Jixiang beside him.
"Hey, I'm really losing face right now. Go and chop that Song Zhaowen up."
Wei Jixiang waved his hands repeatedly: "No, Prince, Tsz Wan Shan is the territory of Zhengxing Tuo. If I lead people there, I will be crossing the line. If it causes a fight between the two sides, I cannot bear the responsibility."
Having lost his wife and raised his child alone, Wei Jixiang no longer has the competitive spirit he had seven or eight years ago. His daily routine is now just getting by and splitting the bill.
"Damn it! Look at your cowardly appearance, you shouldn't be called the Mong Kok Knife God anymore, you should be called the Mong Kok Trash."
"You can call me whatever makes you happy, Prince."
"Holy crap~"
"Boss, I have a plan." A henchman whispered in Prince Tai's ear: "There's a guy in the water room named Wu Zhaoyong. He's incredibly skilled, and he's all about money. He'll kill anyone for the right price."
(PS: Wu Zhaoyong is the "Money-Adding Brother" from the movie "Election".)
Prince Tai pointed at the henchman's chest: "Money? I, Prince Tai, have plenty! I'll leave this to you. Remember, break all four of his limbs. I want him to be bedridden for the rest of his life."
"Don't worry, I'll arrange it right away."
After giving instructions to his subordinates, Crown Prince Tai loosened his tie.
I still feel my temper is too strong.
Wei Jixiang said with a smile, "Brother Prince, I heard that some big-breasted Thai girls have come to Sister Thirteen's place in Lan Kwai Fong. Shall I go with you to relieve your pent-up desire?"
Prince Tai turned to Wei Jixiang with a wicked grin: "Damn it, are the girls in my own establishment worse than those in Hung Hing's? Call Robbie over!"
Wei Jixiang waved his hands repeatedly: "Young Master, Robbie stopped taking customers a long time ago, and besides, what's a thirty-something-year-old woman compared to a young girl..."
Before Wei Jixiang could finish speaking, Crown Prince Tai grabbed him by the neck: "Are you trying to teach me how to do things? Let me tell you, I'm going to sleep with Robbie tonight. I don't care what your relationship with her is, you just stay here and watch the show."
With a creak, Robbie pushed open the door.
Seeing that Wei Jixiang had been taken advantage of, he immediately stepped forward and sat down next to Prince Tai: "Brother Prince, why are you so angry? Come on, Robbie, have a drink with you."
"I don't want alcohol, I want to drink your milk~"
His eyes swept over Robbie's talent, which seemed to burst forth from his clothes.
Robbie gave an awkward smile and put down his glass: "Young Master is drunk. I'll call a few older girls to keep you company."
Prince Tai swept the wine glass aside, grabbed her, and pinned Robbie down. He restrained Robbie's hands with one hand while roaming his other hand up and down: "Damn it, you shameless bitch! You think I don't know you gave me the stun gun that student girl used on me the other day? Your best friend sold you out a long time ago! You're playing me, aren't you? I'll play you to death today!"
"No...Young Master...No!"
Wei Jixiang tried to step forward to pull him away, but Prince Tai's henchmen were prepared. Several men restrained Wei Jixiang's hands and feet, forcing him to watch helplessly...
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One night of revelry.
Three o'clock in the morning.
"Yawn~"
Song Zhaowen yawned and walked out of the "Fallen Angels" bar with a group of drunken, confused brothers.
How can men deepen their relationship?
Let's drink! Let's drink! Let's drink!
Last night, Song Zhaowen took on ten opponents single-handedly.
Cockroaches are not afraid of anyone offering them a toast; their digestive abilities are incredibly strong, and a little alcohol is nothing to them.
XO Rémy Martin, beer, whiskey, spirits—bring it all!
He managed to get a bunch of brothers completely drunk, and after tonight, Song Zhaowen will have gained another nickname besides "Hard Fist Wen": "God of Wine of Ciyun Mountain".
The drunken airplane hugged his own leg and sang, "There's only one mother in the world who's good..."
Xiao Zhuoxiao was also unsteady on his feet from drinking, leaning on Song Zhaowen's shoulder, his words slurred: "Awen... your alcohol tolerance... you must be the reincarnation of the God of Wine..."
Song Zhaowen laughed and pushed him away, then pulled out a few bills from his pocket and stuffed them into Tony's hand, who was still a bit more sober: "Tony, take the brothers out for a late-night snack to sober up, then make sure they get home safely."
Tony took the money and nodded, "Okay, Brother Wen, are you sure you'll be alright going back alone?"
"It's nothing, I'll just take a walk and get rid of the smell of alcohol," Song Zhaowen waved his hand.
Watching Tony and the others help the drunken group leave, Song Zhaowen turned and walked towards his public housing unit. A night breeze had dissipated most of the effects of the alcohol, but a lingering buzz remained in his head.
Night had fallen, and the streets were nearly deserted. The streetlights cast long shadows. After passing through two alleys and walking up a slope, I arrived at the apartment building.
Just as he stepped into the third alley, he suddenly stopped.
The alley was short, about twenty meters long, and open at both ends. At this moment, at the exit at the other end of the alley, a person stood quietly.
The man was dressed in a gray training robe and cloth shoes, and had a lean and wiry build. The most striking thing was what he was carrying—two slender knives, their blades reflecting the cold light of the streetlamp.
Eight-Cut Sword.
Song Zhaowen's drunkenness vanished instantly.
He stopped and didn't go any further. The two stood silently facing each other across the alley, twenty meters apart.
The man didn't speak, but strode towards him. His steps were slow but steady, each step precise as if measured. The moonlight and streetlights mingled on his face, illuminating a face devoid of expression, his eyes like those of an eagle.
Song Zhaowen didn't move, but just watched the other person approach. When they were about five meters away, the person stopped.
"Are you Song Zhaowen?"
Song Zhaowen, on guard, asked, "It's me. Who are you?"
"Wu Zhaoyong," the other party announced his name. "Someone offered me more money to cripple your limbs."
Song Zhaowen nodded, his face showing no surprise: "Crown Prince Tai?"
Wu Zhaoyong didn't answer, only saying, "If you take someone's money, you have to solve their problems. That's the rule of the underworld, don't blame me."
"I understand," Song Zhaowen said. "But brother, are you sure you can accept this money?"
Wu Zhaoyong's eyes narrowed slightly: "What do you mean?"
"It doesn't mean anything." Song Zhaowen cracked his knuckles. "I just feel that it's not worth ruining myself here for a little money."