"A-Yao, I really didn't expect you to be the one everyone rallies behind."
"From now on, in Kowloon Walled City, you'd better work hard!"
Seeing that String Exploder had also stated his position, Uncle Deng first swept his gaze across the crowd, then lifted his head to look at Lin Yao and asked:
"By the way, A-Yao, what's your full name?"
"My name is Lin Yao. Thank you, uncles, for your support."
Lin Yao forced a hint of grief into his eyes.
Even he hadn't expected things to move this fast.
It wasn't that he was particularly eager for the position of enforcer.
It was just that if he wanted to make real money, this was the fastest path available.
Before, with Fat Wah standing in front, everything he did still had to go through him.
"Alright then, A-Yao. I'll give you your first task."
Uncle Deng spoke slowly.
"Within three months, find the murderer who killed your boss."
"Only then will the brothers have nothing to say about you taking this position."
"Don't worry. I'll definitely find the killer and avenge my boss!"
Lin Yao replied with righteous conviction.
At that moment, Blowjob Ji walked back in, his face glowing with the excitement of promotion—
like he'd just entered a second spring of youth.
So much so that you could almost see pimples forming again—
though in truth, it was just an old man's HPV flaring up.
"Blowjob Ji, have you notified everyone who needs to be notified?" Uncle Deng asked.
"And don't make the banquet too extravagant. Fat Wah just died—we need to keep a low profile."
"Don't worry, Uncle Deng. I only informed a few big-society dragon heads—just a simple meal."
"Mmm. Later, come by my place to collect the incense money and the dragon-head baton."
Uncle Deng nodded, took a sip of tea, and continued:
"Alright. That's it for today. The police are watching closely outside—don't cause trouble."
With that declaration, the meeting ended.
The elders and enforcers left one after another with their men.
...
After officially taking over the hall, Lin Yao hosted three tables at a Chaoshan-style Cantonese seafood restaurant.
All the underlings respectfully called out, "Brother Yao!"
It was complete acknowledgment of him as the new boss.
And who could blame them?
One man had fought off and scared away over five hundred people.
Who else could do that?
Because he was truly the man everyone supported, the atmosphere at the banquet was lively from start to finish.
Fat Wah's wife arrived as well.
She handed over the hall's incense fund and name lists to Lin Yao.
In the past, this woman had always looked at Lin Yao coldly, eyes drifting skyward as if he didn't exist.
If her eyes rolled any higher, you'd think she had cataracts.
But now—
She practically wished Lin Yao were her own son, just short of hugging him outright.
According to her, she planned to immigrate to Maple Leaf Country as soon as possible.
After all, Fat Wah's death was too unclear—she didn't even dare go out to play mahjong.
Lin Yao guessed she had stashed away quite a bit.
Rumor had it that all of Fat Wah's money had always been under her control.
If it wasn't Lu Qichang who did it…
could it have been her possible lover?
A crime of passion couldn't be ruled out.
After the banquet dispersed, Lin Yao was about to pay.
The restaurant manager said the total was 3,800—but Sister-in-Law had already paid.
This woman…
What was she playing at?
You're already in your forties, heading toward fifty…
Sure, you kind of look like Nicholas Tse's mom, and your mature charm is impressive…
But I, Lin Yao, am a fine young man—
am I supposed to eat old grass like some worn-out ox?
After leaving the restaurant, Lin Yao told Ah Bu to head back first.
Because he'd already seen Sister-in-Law walking toward him with a bright smile.
"A-Yao, I've paid the bill. From now on, running the hall will be hard work for you."
"Sister-in-Law, if you have any difficulties, you can come to me."
"And don't worry—I'll definitely find the person who killed my boss."
Lin Yao held a cigarette and deliberately kept his distance as he spoke.
If he didn't, her chest would be pressing right up against him.
Right now, the tip of his cigarette was only millimeters away from her tailored women's suit.
She took a small step back, her eyes glimmering as she curved her lips into a gentle smile.
"A-Yao… I always suspect it was one of Brother Wah's old enemies."
"But who exactly it was, I really can't tell…"
Her voice trailed off.
She lowered her head, brushing aside a loose strand of hair at her temple, her tone softening several degrees (top-tier acting!):
"I'm scared to go back alone at night… could you… walk me home?"
"This…" Lin Yao hesitated slightly.
She immediately looked up, eyelashes trembling:
"What? Is it inconvenient for you, A-Yao?"
"No, not at all, Sister-in-Law. Let's go."
From the restaurant in Tsim Sha Tsui to her place wasn't far—no need to drive.
After walking a short distance, she suddenly slowed her steps and said:
"The house Brother Wah lived in… I was thinking of selling it to you. I'll give you a 30% discount."
"Thirty percent off—how much would that be?" Lin Yao asked.
He really did need a place, but his cash flow was tight.
"About 2.8 million."
She replied immediately, her tone eager, almost ingratiating.
"If you're short on cash, installments are fine. Just give one million as a down payment."
"You can even use the hall's public funds for now. You just took over—those old guys won't say anything."
As she said this, she suddenly stopped.
She looked up at Lin Yao, heat hidden deep in her gaze.
"I only have one condition."
"For these few days, you have to protect me. Brother Wah's death was too unclear—I'm really scared."
Lin Yao stopped as well, lowering his head in thought.
He quickly flipped through the account book in his mind.
Public funds totaled only about 1.56 million—and by the rules, half still had to be handed in.
But Hungry Dragon's turf could still squeeze out plenty of oil…
Not to mention Hungry Dragon's private bar.
Now that he was the hall's enforcer, moving some things around would be easy.
Seeing Lin Yao hesitate, she stepped half a pace closer—
almost贴 against his side, her voice carrying a coaxing, sultry pressure:
"A-Yao, even if you don't live in the house, you can flip it later and make several hundred thousand easily."
"What are you still hesitating about?"
As she spoke, her gaze clung to Lin Yao's face, desire almost spilling out of her eyes.
Damn.
This woman?
Just giving money away for nothing?
Was there some kind of trap hidden here?
Could it be related to Fat Wah's death?
Lin Yao's thoughts spun rapidly—then he shook his head.
Screw it. Take it.
A free win like this—why wouldn't he?
"Alright, Sister-in-Law. I'll raise the money tonight."
"As for protecting you—that's already my responsibility."
"That's wonderful!"
Sister-in-Law's eyes lit up. Then she quickly lowered her head again, her voice choking with tears:
"I'm leaving for Maple Leaf Country next week. My son and daughter are already waiting there…"
"This place… it's nothing but painful memories for me."
As she spoke, a few tears slid down her cheeks.
Lin Yao offered a couple of perfunctory words of comfort and subconsciously sped up his steps.
Before long, they arrived at the entrance to her villa.
It wasn't very large, but the location was excellent.
Compared to a luxury apartment, the difference was night and day.
Who would've thought—
Just a few days ago, he'd still been crammed into a tiny room.
The world really did change fast.
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