Siheyuan, don't yell at me

He Daqing spoke in fluent Cantonese and the old men and women couldn't handle it at all.

Damn, a bunch of old guys who haven’t even learned Cantonese well, but they think of themselves as locals and start to exclude outsiders.

How many years has it been since you arrived at Hong Kong?

They have begun to forget their roots. How could He Daqing tolerate them?

Seeing that they could not win by scolding He Daqing, the old men and women pounced on He Daqing with their teeth and claws bared, wanting to teach this bastard a lesson.

He Daqing raised his palm as big as a palm-leaf fan and slapped them one by one.

No old man or old woman could withstand it.

After a while, there were old men and women lying on the ground, and many front teeth and dentures were scattered on the ground.

He Daqing had no psychological burden at all about beating these old men and women who had forgotten their roots.

There never was, and there will never be in the future.

For He Daqing, Hong Kong is definitely a good place now.

It’s so cool. I can beat whoever I want. Can the British laws restrict my civil and military achievements?

He Daqing walked along, feeling good about himself and not caring at all about the contemptuous looks of passers-by.

As long as you dare to scold me, I will never tolerate it.

After passing Mong Kok, we walked into a small alley. The dim environment inside finally made people's gazes less focused.

A few addicted gamblers, rubbing their dark circles under their eyes and smoking cigarettes, passed by He Daqing in a ruffian-like manner.

Suddenly a long-haired gambler turned around.

"Black fat man, stop right there."

Several other gamblers also joined in the fun.

"Fatty, our Brother Crow is calling you!"

"Fatty, you don't want to live anymore, right?

You stepped on our Brother Crow's foot!

Without three to five thousand yuan for medicine, you fat man, you can never leave Kuaifu Street."

He Daqing stopped, turned his head, and muttered to himself lightly.

"Call me fat?"

Ten minutes later, He Daqing changed into a suit that didn't fit him well and walked out of the alley.

At the back of the alley, there were five thugs in shorts with bruised faces and noses.

The worst-off one was Brother Crow, whose face was swollen like a pig's head and even his long flowing hair was shaved bald by He Daqing.

"Brother Crow, we've been beaten, what should we do?"

"Brother Crow, call someone, we'll go find the boss to help us out."

“Shut up, we didn’t get beaten.

Hurry up and find something to cover your face, otherwise, how are we going to survive on this street in the future?"

"Brother Crow is right. If others find out, how can we collect protection money?"

"But, but, our clothes, pants, and even shoes were taken away by that fat guy.

What do we use to cover our faces?"

Brother Crow suddenly had an idea.

“The reason why I, Brother Crow, have the social status I have today is because I always believe in one sentence.

There is always a way out!

Don’t we still have a pair of pants?

Take it off and put it on your head.

You idiots, we covered our heads, who would recognize us without pants?"

"Brother Crow is truly a rare talent. His brain works better than ours..."

"What else can we do? Brother Crow has always relied on his brain to make a living. Otherwise, can the society let Brother Crow take care of this street?"

A few thugs flattered Brother Crow, put their shorts on their heads, and swaggered through the streets, becoming the talk of the town.

He Daqing walked through the alleys and lanes.

Occasionally, when he came across other people's clothes drying outside, He Daqing would take them for himself as long as they looked suitable.

Before reaching Kowloon Walled City, He Daqing had already filled a sack.

He Daqing changed into a well-fitting suit. Although he still looked dark, he already looked like a native of Hong Kong.

The fake big gold chain he wore around his neck, which he had just pulled off Brother Crow's neck, made He Daqing look even more sturdy.

The world is so chaotic, anyone who dares to go out with a big gold chain is either mentally damaged or has something to rely on to survive in society.

He Daqing spoke fluent Cantonese and asked questions along the way.

"How can I get to Kowloon Walled City?

Diao Lei Lao Mu, if you don’t know the way, don’t give me random directions. I’ll blow your head off…”

After some friendly interactions, He Daqing finally found Goutou Lane in Kowloon Walled City.

The densely packed tube-shaped buildings in Kowloon Walled City block out the sky and no sunlight can be seen in broad daylight, just like towering coffin boxes all squeezed together.

Not only is there garbage everywhere, but also exposed wires and water pipes are climbing all over the eaves. The already narrow streets are deliberately occupied by unscrupulous vendors, most of which are occupied by the outside.

The environment in Goutou Lane is particularly bad, with sewage flowing everywhere and a stench that is much worse than the surrounding streets and alleys.

He Daqing frowned and found No. 44 Goutou Lane according to the address.

Damn it, he is worthy of being a gangster, don’t he have any taboos at all?

In front of the store there was a shabby shoe repair stall, and a lame man was leaning against the corner smoking.

He Daqing walked up to him and started a conversation, handing him a cigarette.

"Cripple, is the Wild Dog Brotherhood here?"

The lame man took the cigarette, lit it for himself, and glanced at He Daqing with contempt.

"Fatty, you know this is the Wild Dog Brotherhood's territory, and you still dare to act wild here?

Call me a cripple?

Believe it or not, I can crush your head with one scissor kick.

Get out~"

He Daqing immediately got angry and smoked my grandfather's cigarette.

Damn it, how dare you talk to me, He Daqing, like that?

He Daqing took a step forward and grabbed the lame man by the collar.

"Cripple, do you believe that I will break your other leg?

I ask you, is Curly-Chan here?"

The lame man was grabbed by the collar, and in front of him was He Daqing's fist as big as a casserole, so his tone finally softened.

"Let go, let go, let's talk it over!"

He Daqing loosened the lame man's collar and threw him to the ground.

The lame man then asked:

"What are you looking for Curly-Chan?"

He Daqing did not hide anything and directly stated the purpose of his trip.

"I'm his cousin. I heard that Curly-haired Chen is very popular here, so I came here to seek refuge with him."

Before the lame man could say anything, the curtain at the back of the house was lifted and a bald man came out.

“Are you looking for Curly-haired Chen?

Let’s go inside and talk first.”

The house was filled with a pungent smell, a mixture of smoke, sweat, and foot odor.

There were two men sitting at the table, and two young men lying on two triple-decker single beds.

Including the lame man outside and the bald man who brought He Daqing in, there were five people in total.

If we add He Daqing's cousin Juanmao Chen, whom he has never met, there will be exactly six people in total, and two triple-decker single beds will be just right for them.

He Daqing couldn't help but sigh, what a fucking waste.

What the hell is this Wild Dog Brotherhood? They're just like a lost dog. The average living space per person is less than one square meter.