Starting from Hong Kong in 1988!

Hong Kong, Mong Kok, 17K stronghold.

Xu Guangkun peered out the window at the street outside.

Old tenement buildings and old commercial buildings, doors and windows side by side, crowded together, the laughter of gangsters carrying far and wide, the air filled with the damp smell of sea breeze mixed with gasoline.

"Mong Kok in 1988 was the most crowded, most chaotic, and most gritty place in all of Hong Kong."

Xu Guangkun had heard this phrase in a movie theater when he was young, but he never really understood it.

Until you actually arrive at this place.

"What you want."

Xu Guangkun turned his gaze away from the window, took the oil paper package handed to him from behind, and said, "Thanks."

"You've already paid, there's no need for thanks." The man handing over the item stared at Xu Guangkun, then suddenly asked, "Everyone in the underworld says you and your elder brother secured a deadly deal, rising to the top in one step. But when things were going smoothly, you got greedy, wanting to take all the credit, and killed your elder brother. How much of that is true, and how much is false?"

"Heh." Xu Guangkun glanced down at his watch, smiled at the man, and said, "Do you know that Hesheng has merged with its rival?"

"Now I realize... So, you came to Mong Kok this time to seek revenge."

The man lowered his head, rubbed his palms, hesitated for a moment, and said, "You can't fight this alone. Now Hesheng has spread the word that you brothers are killing each other and breaking the rules. If you're caught, you'll be punished according to family law and hacked to death."

"You pulled me out of that gang fight last time and saved my life. We've got some connections, so you'd better listen to my advice."

"You want me to hide..."

Xu Guangkun was only halfway through his sentence.

suddenly.

The void before me was like the surface of water touched by the wind, creating ripples.

Immediately afterwards, a blue light screen emerged.

Time: 1988.

Location: Mong Kok, Portland Street, 22.3190°N, 114.1699°E.

In 1988, Hong Kong was at the peak of its status as one of the Four Asian Tigers.

The economy is booming, and the stock market is euphoric.

At the same time, gangs proliferated, law and order were in disarray, and 17K, Wo Shing, and Yee On infiltrated all aspects of society.

The task at hand is as follows:

Part 1: Make a name for yourself in Hong Kong (Progress: 10%)

Second: Obtained 200 jin of gold. (Progress: 0%)

Third: Obtain the "Classic of Mountains and Seas, Central Mountains Classic"

(The more tasks you complete, the greater the rewards)

(Duration of stay: 93 days, time remaining until return: 7 days)

Xu Guangkun glanced at the screen and suddenly lost the will to speak.

It's not just because it inexplicably came into this world three months ago; this thing that pops up precisely at noon every day is most likely the culprit.

It was also because of those inappropriate thoughts that occasionally flashed through his mind while he was handling his elder brother's funeral these past few days.

"It's 12 o'clock, I have to go."

Be careful.

"Um."

……

"Brother, today is the seventh day after your death. If you come back, please visit me in a dream."

Xu Guangkun wiped his elder brother's portrait again with a damp towel, and quietly watched the three incense sticks burn out, lost in thought.

"Let's go, big brother."

Amidst the billowing smoke, Xu Guangkun put on his coat, turned, and walked outside.

323 Jordan Road, Sun Sun Restaurant.

Today is the first day of the new head of the Sheng Wo Mong Kok gang. According to gangster rules, he is holding a banquet at a restaurant to announce his new position.

Of course, to avoid the police, they claimed it was their father's birthday.

The banquet was still a quarter of an hour away from starting, but the area outside was already packed with people, not just from Wo Shing, but also from 17K and the big boss of their partner company…

"17k, Congratulations, Master Liu!"

"Congratulations, Mr. Zhang, owner of Quanxiang Film Industry!"

"All-in-One Bank, Manager Feng, Congratulations!"

"Celebrity, Ms. Li."

They were all prominent figures, and the henchmen who called out the names were all beaming with excitement.

His fame spread far and wide, and could be heard clearly from every corner.

A young man with dyed yellow hair leaned against the wall impatiently picked at his ear and looked around.

Finally, he turned to the tall, thin young man in his early twenties next to him and said, "Hey, how much money did we give you for coming here?"

The young man was taken aback, thought for a moment, and said, "500."

"Damn, how come you have so many? I only have 300." The blond guy then asked, "Which company are you from?"

"17k".

"I'm also from 17k, with Blackie. We made some money today, let's go to Ladies' Street together later." The blond guy casually put his arm around the young man's shoulder, pointed to the crowd in front of him, "I wonder how many of these people were paid to come, damn, they're really rich."

Why did you invite us?

"Just faking it." The blond guy spat. "The bigger the people who come, the bigger the scene, the more it represents strength. But that's understandable."

His position as the head of the hall was obtained illegitimately and improperly; he can't hold onto it without putting on an act.

"Oh?" the young man asked, "What do you mean?"

"This position belongs to another formidable person, and that person is dead, otherwise it wouldn't have been his turn."

As he spoke, Huang Mao's face showed admiration. "You know about the death draw at Sheng He a while ago? It was a nine-out-of-ten chance of death. A guy named Kunzi drew the 49, and his boss and a henchman managed to snatch it from him and complete it all by themselves. They fought their way in and out seven times. That's what you call awesome."

The young man nodded. "That's awesome."

"It's a pity that Kun was a scoundrel who wanted to take all the credit and killed his boss. Alas, even heroes have their downfalls."

Huang Mao sighed, wanting to say something more, when a long, drawn-out shout suddenly came from the front.

"The auspicious time has arrived!"

"please!"

Then, gongs and drums resounded, and firecrackers crackled.

A group of people carried a huge statue of Guan Gong to an open space, and then three huge incense sticks rose from the ground.

The smoke swirling around Guan Gong made the enormous clay sculpture appear as if it were a true immortal descending to earth on clouds, so lifelike.

"Look, the new leader is out."

The blond-haired man tugged at the young man's sleeve and pointed ahead.

The young man looked in the direction he was pointing.

A man dressed in a Zhongshan suit walked out slowly, surrounded by a group of high-ranking officials. He inserted three incense sticks into the incense burner, bowed three times to Guan Gong, and shouted loudly.

"By the Lord Guan Sheng Di Jun, your disciple Yin Tao is honored by the support of his fellow disciples and appointed as the head of the Mong Kok branch."

Today, before the Second Master, I swear: From this day forward, I will prioritize loyalty and protect my fellow disciples...

.....

The young man suddenly burst out laughing.

"Actually, I know that Sijiu and that henchman."

The unexpected remark caught the blond-haired man completely off guard.

"ha?"

"That guy, Sijiu, is from mainland China. He came to Hong Kong a month ago."

The young man's first words piqued the blond-haired man's interest.

"A mainland Chinese? No wonder he's so disloyal."

The young man glanced at him and continued:

According to Si Jiu, he came to Hong Kong after waking up from a nap.

"Smuggling is just making it sound so nice."

The young man nodded noncommittally and said, "That guy was a complete stranger in the area, clueless about everything. He had no identity and couldn't find a job. He was starving and had to eat and dash everywhere he went. Until one day he found a chess set, set up a chess puzzle, and started swindling money. Only then did his life get a little better."

"Then one day, the trick was pulled on the henchman. The henchman lost and refused to admit defeat, and the two got into a fight in the street."

"It can be said that they became friends after a fight. The henchman made a big promise and took him in as his subordinate."

"That henchman is cowardly and afraid of death; he's only in this line of work to make a living, and all he teaches are speculative and profiteering things."

Hearing this, the blond guy rolled his eyes. How could such a tough guy be afraid of trouble!

Thinking it over, he concluded that the guy in front of him was bragging, but since he had nothing better to do, he patiently asked, "And then?"

"So when Sijiu drew the death lot, he never thought that his henchman would carry it out for him." The young man lowered his eyes.

"Even when the two fled to the mainland, Si Jiu still found it unbelievable."

"Then, the two hid in a rural area and waited anxiously. After about a week, the Motorola that the henchman had saved up for a long time to buy in order to show off finally went off. The higher-ups said that the storm had passed and they would send a boat to pick them up immediately."

"Once on the boat, everything was fine at first. The henchman was looking at the scenery, and Si Jiu was in a daze. But halfway there, the person who came to pick them up suddenly drew a knife and slashed at Si Jiu. The henchman reacted quickly and blocked the knife for Si Jiu."

The young man raised his head, his chestnut pupils contracting uncontrollably, a torrent of emotions churning within them.

"The henchman was a fierce fighter. Even after being slashed once, he could still take down five men. But he had a gash in his stomach, and blood and internal organs were gushing out."

Si Jiu tried to block it with his hands, but he couldn't, just like a broken fire hydrant—he couldn't block it no matter what he did!

Huang Mao had been listening casually until he noticed the young man's eyes growing increasingly red and sorrowful.

He realized something was wrong.

How can someone brag like that?

He opened his mouth: "You..."

"The henchman is dead."

"He died on the ship."

"Si Jiu returned to Hong Kong alone."

The blond-haired man straightened up, frowning. "Si Jiu's back? Why?"

"After interrogating the still-breathing people on the ship, Si Jiu learned something."

"Wo Shing's rivals can accept being merged into Wo Shing, but Ma Zai and Si Jiu must die."

The young man looked at the enormous Guan Yu statue, his eyes hazy: "So, tell me, is worshipping Guan Yu for loyalty, or for promotion and wealth?"

They remained silent.

"..."

"Dude, you..."

The blond-haired man's words lingered in his throat, but he couldn't bring himself to say them. After hesitating for a long time, he finally offered the young man a cigarette and managed to stammer out, "What you're saying, is it true or false?"

The young man took the cigarette, suppressed his emotions, and asked indistinctly, "What's the story like?"

"So it was all fake." The blond guy breathed a sigh of relief and lit cigarettes for himself and the young man. "You were so into it, I thought it was real... You really know them. But to be honest, this story isn't very good."

Why?

"accurate."

"accurate?"

"Yeah, it's painful to listen to." Yellow Hair exhaled a smoke ring and said, "To be honest, I don't like these bitter and vengeful things. I like revenge for wrongs and vengeance for vengeance. What's that saying again? Let me think... 'A swift and decisive revenge,' yes, a swift and decisive revenge."

"That's because I haven't finished writing the story yet. By the way, how do you think the story should develop from here?"

"To get revenge."

"For someone as young as Si Jiu to seek revenge against such a large gang, isn't that just courting death? It doesn't make sense."

"Why think so much about a story? The point of writing it is to make the listener feel comfortable."

"You're right, so when do you think would be a good time to take revenge?"

Huang Mao glanced around, then at the people in front of Guan Gong. "Right now, most of the leaders, second-in-commands, and hall masters of Hesheng are here..."

He stopped abruptly halfway through his sentence.

A thought popped into his mind.

An unbelievable idea.

One can notice the youth's face gradually contorting into a ferocious expression...

"Dude..." He swallowed stiffly, "It's not what I think, is it?"

How would I know what you're thinking?

The young man spat out the chewed-up cigarette butt, grinned, and revealed a set of gleaming white teeth.

"By the way, we've been chatting for so long, but I haven't introduced myself yet."

"My name is Xu Guangkun. I have a proper name. Don't call me 'Kunzi' or 'rascal' anymore."

He patted the blond-haired man's chest and walked forward.

"Dude," the blond-haired man licked his inexplicably dry lips and said in a trembling voice, "This joke isn't funny at all."

"I'm not one to joke around."

Xu Guangkun paused for a moment, then swam into the crowd like a fish, reaching down to his lower back.

.....