Chapter 629
Sect Leader Shan, You're Mine Now
At the entrance to the top floor of the Dongying Building, three elderly people stood side by side.
The man in the middle was dressed in a moon-white Tang suit, the fabric of which was crisp and clean. He was holding a pair of shiny walnuts in his hands, which were spinning around and making a crackling sound.
On the left is a bald old man with a shiny bald head and bulging temples; he looks like a master of hard kung fu.
The old woman on the right is leaning on an ebony cane with a crooked dragon head carved on the top. Her face is wrinkled like old tree bark.
“Xiahou Wu.” The old man in the Tang suit spoke first, his voice aged but strong and penetrating, “I am Jiang Zhongtian, one of the founders of Dongying.”
Xiahou Wu's pupils contracted sharply, and a cold sweat instantly broke out on his back.
Jiang Zhongtian is a living legend in both the underworld and legitimate society of Hong Kong.
He started as a dockworker thirty years ago, raised the banner of Tung Ying Group, and fought his way up to become an entertainment tycoon. It is said that he studied under a famous master when he was young and his kung fu skills are unfathomable, but he rarely shows them.
He suppressed his shock and took a deep breath: "Mr. Jiang, I have no intention of being an enemy of Dongying. I'm just looking for one person."
“I know who you’re looking for.” Jiang Zhongtian’s lips curled into a smile, his tone confident. “That mysterious person who has mastered all martial arts skills.”
Xiahou Wu's eyes lit up: "You know him?"
Jiang Zhongtian laughed, "How could I not recognize them? In the past month, seven prominent figures in Hong Kong's martial arts world have died."
He slowly paced back and forth, the hem of his Tang suit sweeping across the ground. “Hong Ye, Shao Henian… Among these people are martial arts school owners, movie stars who make a living through kung fu, and gang leaders. They are all prominent figures.”
“When they died, our Dongying people were always the first to arrive at the scene.”
Jiang Zhongtian paused, the walnut spinning a little slower. "The gang mentality is outdated. These martial arts masters who are entangled with gangs either die or retire. There is no third way."
The old woman next to him finally spoke, her voice shrill and grating: "The Hong Kong martial arts world has been entangled for so many years, a bunch of old guys occupying positions without doing anything. If we at Tung Ying want to enter the mainland market, we need a clean background and official recognition. But these people are arrogant and stubborn, refusing to cooperate with us at all."
The bald old man chuckled, his voice hoarse: "So that's how that mysterious person came out. He challenged people, and he was ruthless, leaving no survivors. To put it bluntly, he was helping to clean house. Once those troublesome old guys are mostly dead, our Tung Ying will step in, integrate the remaining resources, and create a brand new, obedient Hong Kong martial arts world."
A chill ran up Xiahou Wu's spine, reaching the top of his head.
He clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white: "Aren't you afraid of being investigated by the police?"
"police?"
Jiang Zhongtian laughed loudly, as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world. Then he lowered his voice, leaned closer to Xiahou Wu, and said with a tone full of sarcasm and certainty, "Master Xiahou, why do you think that person killed so many people, yet there isn't even a single wanted notice? Not even the Hong Kong garrison has made a move?"
His breath, carrying the scent of an old smoker, brushed against Xiahou Wu's face: "Because some people also want to see the Hong Kong martial arts world reshuffled. Some old scores are inconvenient for us old folks to settle; we have to let the newcomers do it."
Xiahou Wu staggered back a step, his back slamming heavily against the cold wall, his heart churning.
He suddenly looked up, his voice hoarse: "What about my junior sister? Was Shan Ying's matter also arranged by you?"
The three old men exchanged glances, their faces showing confusion.
Jiang Zhongtian frowned: "Shan Ying? That little girl from the He Yi Sect? What happened to her?"
Xiahou Wu was taken aback. Looking at the three people's seemingly genuine expressions, his doubts deepened.
He said in a deep voice, "So, it wasn't your Dongying people who attacked me, nor were you the ones who harmed Shan Ying?"
Jiang Zhongtian slowly shook his head: "Master Xia, you have no grudge against us, so there's no need to target you. I think you've been targeted by other forces."
As soon as he finished speaking, the piercing sound of police sirens came from downstairs and came to a steady stop in front of the Tung Ying Building. The approaching footsteps indicated that the police had come upstairs.
Xiahou Wu suddenly laughed. At first, it was just a low, muffled laugh, but it grew louder and louder until it turned into a hysterical, maniacal laugh. Tears streamed down his face, mingling with the still-damp blood on his face and sliding into the corners of his mouth, leaving a salty taste.
In his quest to find Shan Ying, he stormed the Tung Ying Building, injuring dozens of Tung Ying's underlings and offending the most formidable force in Hong Kong. In the end, however, Tung Ying never touched Shan Ying; he was nothing but a clown from beginning to end.
Seeing his discomposure, Jiang Zhongtian suddenly spoke up: "Master Xiahou, things have come to this point, why not cooperate with us?"
"Cooperation?" Xiahou Wu stopped laughing and looked at him with icy eyes.
The old woman added, "The police will be here soon. We can help you settle things about breaking into the building and injuring people tonight. After all, you don't want to go to jail, do you? The He Yi Men sect is still waiting for you to hold them back. Besides, all those people in the lobby are dead, and it's easy for this debt to be pinned on you."
Xiahou Wu remained silent.
He held back those people in the lobby downstairs, but now they're dead... It wasn't him who did it. You don't need to think to know that it was Dongying's people who finished him off, deliberately confirming his guilt.
Once he's arrested by the police and the evidence is irrefutable, he'll never get out for the rest of his life, and the Heyi Sect, passed down through generations, will be completely finished.
He instantly realized that this was a trap from beginning to end. Whether it was the mysterious man committing murder or his storming of the Dongying Building, someone was plotting behind the scenes, and he was just a pawn pushed to the forefront.
Xiahou Wu looked out the window; the night view of Hong Kong was dazzling, with neon lights outlining its bustling skyline.
But beneath this prosperity, how many dirty deals and insidious conspiracies lie hidden, and how many people, like him, are manipulated at will?
He spoke slowly, his tone resolute and determined: "Cooperation is possible, but I have one condition."
"Go on," Jiang Zhongtian nodded.
"Find that mysterious man and hand him over to me." Xiahou Wu's eyes burned with rage, his voice filled with gritted teeth. "I want to kill him with my own hands to avenge those who died in the martial arts world, and to seek justice for myself."
Jiang Zhongtian pondered for a moment, then stopped picking up the walnuts and slowly nodded: "Okay."
In the alley outside the Dongying Building, Feng Yuxiu leaned against the wall, watching the Dongying people methodically drag the corpses out of the building. Even the two receptionist girls who had luckily survived were disposed of cleanly and efficiently, leaving no trace.
He muttered to himself, "It seems Xiahou Wu has caught the eye of Dongying. Dongying is indeed not simple. However, the higher-ups' talk of dealing with other gangs is probably just a lie. With their limited power, the mainland could easily wipe them out with a flick of their wrist. There's no need for such a big fuss."
Feng Yuxiu smirked coldly: "The only one we really need to deal with is Tung Ying. Hung Hing, Chung Yee Shun, and Portland Street are just desserts to be buried with Tung Ying."
He suddenly recalled his chance encounter with Chan Ho-nam in the United States, and a doubt arose in his mind: "Meeting Chan Ho-nam in the United States back then was probably not a coincidence, but a deliberate arrangement by the higher-ups. Otherwise, how could it be such a coincidence that I followed Chan Ho-nam into Hong Kong, and then the orders from above targeting the gangs came down?"
Feng Yuxiu, a major, was ordered to dismantle the gang forces in Hong Kong, but he couldn't figure out the intricacies of the situation.
These gangs have committed numerous crimes, and the evidence is irrefutable. Take the drug trafficking case of Chung Yee Shun, for example. The Hong Kong police are all aware of it. If the mainland wants to take action, they can easily find the evidence and take down these gangs in no time.
Why send him to do something so simple, going through all this trouble?
"But it's good that Xiahou Wu and Dong Ying are working together, which saves me a lot of trouble."
A playful smile appeared on Feng Yuxiu's face. He turned around and rushed towards the direction of Heyi Sect, quickly disappearing into the night.
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On the second floor of Heyi Gate, in Shan Ying's boudoir.
Shan Ying had just finished showering, her body still slightly damp, and had changed into clean clothes.
She leaned against the wall and slowly walked to the bedside to sit down, her brows furrowed, her legs still feeling weak, and a sharp pain coming from her abdomen. The slightly swollen feeling made her panic.
"Damn it, how strong is that guy? It hurts so much." She cursed under her breath, and rested against the headboard for a full half hour before she could barely walk normally. Shan Ying stood up, packed her clothes and luggage, and looked at the room she had lived in since childhood with a complicated expression.
She could no longer stay in the He Yi Sect. She had failed her master's wife in raising her, failed the reputation of the He Yi Sect, and failed her senior brother Xiahou Wu, who had always been devoted to her.
The thought of that man made Shan Ying's chest heave violently, filled with shame and anger: "I'm such a slut. Master's wife, senior brother, I'm sorry, I'm leaving."
Who are you calling a slut?
A muffled sound suddenly came from behind, and Shan Ying's body froze instantly, as if her blood had frozen.
She slowly turned around and saw a figure standing on the wall. It was Feng Yuxiu, with a mocking smile on his face and his eyes brazenly looking her over.
Dan Ying was filled with disbelief. She had clearly seen Xiahou Wu chase after Feng Yuxiu and was convinced that the man was surely dead.
She knew her senior brother's martial arts skills best. When he was young, he was invincible among the young people in Foshan. When he became famous, he even defeated twenty martial arts schools. He had inherited all of his master's skills and was even more powerful than his master.
But right now, Feng Yuxiu was standing there perfectly fine, without a single injury.
"Where...where is my senior brother? How is he?" Shan Ying's voice trembled uncontrollably, and an ominous premonition welled up in her heart.
This man is back, but my senior brother isn't. Could he have killed my senior brother? Impossible, absolutely impossible!
"Your senior brother is fine, alive and well," Feng Yuxiu said casually, his gaze falling on the luggage in her hands. "It seems you can't stay in Heyi Sect any longer. Come with me."
Shan Ying bit her lip, subconsciously took two steps back, her eyes stubborn: "Why should I go with you? I am the deputy head of the Heyi Sect, I want to go back to Foshan."
"Go back to Foshan?" Feng Yuxiu scoffed, jumping down from the wall and walking steadily towards her. "You were caught by your senior brother sleeping with another man. If word gets out, how can you go back? Will the Heyi Sect still tolerate you?"
Dan Ying was forced to retreat repeatedly until her back hit the wall.
Feng Yuxiu grabbed her shoulder with such force that she couldn't break free, his tone undeniably assertive: "You're already mine. You gave me your first time. If you don't come with me, who else do you want to go with?"
These words were like a needle, piercing through Shan Ying's last pretense. Her eyes instantly reddened, and tears welled up in her eyes.
She knew Feng Yuxiu was telling the truth; she was now homeless, and her path with her sect was completely severed.
"You're supposed to be the deputy head of a martial arts sect, what kind of behavior is this, crying and wailing? Come with me."
Feng Yuxiu released his grip and turned to walk towards the gate.
As Shan Ying watched his retreating figure, she clenched her fists tightly, her nails almost digging into her flesh.
Suddenly, the scene of their first encounter flashed through her mind. At that time, she only slightly avoided him, but the man turned and left without any mercy, showing a very cold and hard personality.
But now, she has no choice but to follow him.
Dan Ying took a deep breath, wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and hurriedly followed after him with her luggage.
The night was slightly cool, and the evening breeze brushed against my cheeks, carrying a hint of chill.
She glanced back at the gate of Heyi Gate, her heart filled with emotion.
One wrong step leads to another. From that martial arts competition onward, she gradually strayed from her original path. That slap, that loss of control, cost her her virginity and forced her to bid farewell to her past life.
But she didn't regret it.
As a martial artist, she was bold and responsible. Moreover, the man in front of her was mysterious and powerful. Even she, a trained martial artist, could hardly withstand his physical strength.
Perhaps, following him wouldn't be such a bad thing.
I hope I didn't make the wrong choice this time.
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When Xiahou Wu was brought back by Dongying's men at the entrance of Heyi Gate, he was already completely drunk.
He leaned against the door frame, his steps unsteady, his eyes glazed over as he stared at the dark street in the distance, muttering to himself.
"For so many years, I've fought tooth and nail to keep He Yi Sect afloat. I've never forgotten my master and mistress's dying wish." He wiped his face, looking disheveled. "It wasn't easy to grow from a tiny martial arts school to what it is today. Now that we're cooperating with Dongying, the disciples of He Yi Sect will finally have a better life. My master and mistress, if they can see me in heaven, they can rest in peace..."
The tone shifted abruptly, Xiahou Wu's voice choked with emotion, his eyes filled with pain: "But Junior Sister, why did you do this? Why did you ruin the reputation of the He Yi Sect? How am I supposed to explain this to Master and Mistress, how am I supposed to explain this to the disciples of the He Yi Sect?"
"I've loved you for so many years, always treating you with utmost respect, never even daring to touch you, afraid of wronging you. But what did you do? You slept with another man and even deliberately made me listen in on the phone..."
Xiahou Wu's voice grew softer and softer, the pain in his tone gradually being replaced by anger, his eyes turned sinister, and his aura became increasingly violent.
"You filthy bitch!" he roared, his eyes bloodshot. "All these years I haven't touched you because I've treasured you. Tonight I'll see where your chastity is!"
Xiahou Wu staggered to his feet, pushed open the door of Heyi Gate, and stumbled up to the second floor.
He took a deep breath, used all his strength, and kicked open Shan Ying's bedroom door.
"You filthy bitch, I'm going to..."
He stopped abruptly halfway through his sentence.
The boudoir was empty. The bedding on the bed had been neatly arranged, the wardrobe was open, and all the clothes inside had been taken away. Shan Ying's sword, which had originally hung on the wall, was also gone.
It was obvious that Shan Ying had left, taking her belongings with her, and completely departing from He Yi Men.
"No!"
Xiahou Wu let out a desperate roar, completely losing his mind.
He was like a wild beast out of control, smashing things wildly in the boudoir. Tables and chairs were overturned, vases and ornaments were smashed to pieces, and the room was instantly a mess.
The air still seemed to hold the scent of Shan Ying, mixed with a faint, ambiguous atmosphere that kept pricking his nerves.
He was like a madman whose prey had been stolen, filled with resentment and anger.
Shan Ying was like bait, keeping him hooked for so many years, making him yearn for her, but in the end someone else beat him to it, leaving him with no chance at all.
He wanted to confront her and teach her a lesson, but now he couldn't even find her.
That night, a raging fire broke out at Heyi Gate, the flames soaring into the sky and illuminating half the heavens.
However, just three days later, Xiahou Wu reopened a martial arts school in the most bustling area of Hong Kong, which was larger and more luxurious than the original He Yi Men, and decorated in a magnificent style.
Meanwhile, Jiang Tianyang, the apparent boss of Dongying, personally came to cut the ribbon and offer his congratulations. (End of this chapter)