Chapter 50

At the Sham Shui Po Police Station, Du Yongqian, pale-faced, was handcuffed to the interrogation table, deeply regretting his momentary lapse of judgment.

*Bang* The iron door of the interrogation room was pushed open.

"Have you thought about what you need to confess?"

The officer who entered glared at Du Yongqian and said irritably, "You really are bold, aren't you? Robbing a gold shop with a three-inch butterfly knife, and getting knocked out by a female clerk with a chair and brought to the police station. To be a robber like you is a whole new level."

"Sir, I was momentarily blinded by anger. Please let me go. I promise I won't do it again."

Thinking of his sick mother at home, Du Yongqian shed tears and said, "I didn't actually rob anyone; I just waved a small knife around in the gold shop. This should be treated leniently, right?"

"Naive!"

The officer laughed and said, "Do you think you have a team of lawyers backing you? Confess properly, and serve a decade or so in prison. If you behave well, you might be out in seven or eight years."

"No!"

Du Yongqian's eyes were bloodshot, and he roared almost hysterically, "I made a mistake, but I had my reasons. And I didn't get anything, right?"

"Your shouting won't help..."

Just as the officer was about to give Du Yongqian a lesson, the door to the interrogation room was opened. "Xiao Wang, come out for a moment."

Seeing that the person who entered was his superior, Officer Wang glared at Du Yongqian and walked out, closing the door behind him.

"Inspector Zhou, what's the matter?"

"That Du doesn't need to be interrogated anymore. His lawyers are here."

Inspector Zhou, looking somewhat exasperated, said, "What a mess. A poor kid from Sham Shui Po can actually get the elite lawyers from BMC Law Firm to vouch for him and defend him. Could this kid be the illegitimate son of some wealthy tycoon?"

As the two were talking, two British lawyers and three Hong Kong lawyers walked toward them.

"Here is the bail document. We're taking him now."

Seeing five renowned lawyers in Hong Kong's legal community arrive together, Inspector Zhou felt a chill run down his spine. He hurriedly took the document and said with a forced smile, "Alright, no problem."

Following the five lawyers out of the police station, Du Yongqian was completely bewildered.

When they reached outside the police station, he saw his mother, Meng Fang, who was in tears. Du Yongqian was stunned.

His mother's bone cancer was in its late stages, and she had been bedridden for a long time. But now, Meng Fang looked energetic and rosy-cheeked, showing no signs of serious illness.

"Ah Qian, you were so foolish!" Meng Fang, tears streaming down her face, hugged her son tightly, afraid he might disappear.

"Mom, I know I was wrong. I borrowed from loan sharks, and if I didn't pay them, they would burn down our house. I don't mind dying, but I can't drag you down!"

After a moment, after some communication, Du Yongqian looked at Su Yang with admiration and gratitude. Without a word, he bowed, "Master, I believe everything my mother said. Grandpa used to tell me many stories about you. Although I haven't been very successful, I really want my mother to live a good life. Please let me follow you. I'm willing to do anything, even serve tea and water."

"Get up. I don't need anyone to serve me." Su Yang waved his hand, and an irresistible force lifted Du Yongqian.

From Du Yongqian's expression, it was clear he was deeply disappointed.

"But you are Du's grandson, so you are one of my people. Tell me, what kind of business do you want to do? I'll give you a chance, to repay Du for his loyalty in the past."

Du Yongqian's eyes lit up, but he couldn't speak for a long time, looking troubled.

"Master, because of our family's decline, I dropped out of high school and have been doing odd jobs. I followed a few not-so-decent big brothers and spent a couple of years in the underworld. Apart from fighting and claiming territory, I know almost nothing else."

"Are you interested in the underworld?"

Su Yang narrowed his eyes and said thoughtfully, "That's simple. I can put the entire Hong Kong underworld under your command. Do you have the courage to take it?"

As the grandson of Du Yuesheng, the former underground emperor of Shanghai, Du Yongqian had a natural inclination for bravery and toughness. His understanding of Su Yang came from his grandfather's stories and memories, which gave him a confidence that no one else could match.

If Su Yang said he could do it, he would definitely do it.

A hundred years ago, Du Yuesheng, because of his trust in Su Yang, became the underground emperor of Shanghai, with immense wealth and even foreigners bowing to him.

A hundred years later, his grandson, Du Yongqian, had no doubt in Su Yang's abilities.

"Let's do it this way. Give me your phone number. Use the money on this card as your startup capital. You have ten days to prepare. Don't disappoint me."

Su Yang was good at reading people. In Du Yongqian, he saw the shadow of the young Du Yuesheng, and in some ways, Du Yongqian was even better, just lacking in good fortune.

If Du Yongqian were just a nobody, Su Yang would have given him a few million to ensure a comfortable life for him and his mother.

But Su Yang saw potential in Du Yongqian, which was why he had the idea of letting him take over the Hong Kong underworld.

After all, his little Weiwei often came to Hong Kong, and controlling the Hong Kong underworld would give him peace of mind.

After returning home, Du Yongqian checked the amount on the card Su Yang gave him at an ATM, almost having a heart attack from the string of zeros.

One hundred million, a full one hundred million!

Su Yang had given it to him with a wave of his hand, saying it was just startup capital. At that moment, Du Yongqian felt a deep sense of loyalty to Su Yang.

"Grandpa, if you can hear me, watch over me. I won't let Master down. Our family once became the underground emperor of Shanghai, and today, we can become the underground emperor of Hong Kong."

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At Hong Kong International Airport, Ling Feng, a member of Interpol, had become a senior inspector before the age of forty, a testament to his formidable abilities. Being a Hong Kong native, he was assigned by headquarters to monitor the Gambino family and investigate their sudden mass arrival in Hong Kong.

"Boss, I heard that even the nearly hundred-year-old mafia godfather, Carlo Gambino, personally came to Hong Kong. This must be a huge event," Ling Feng's deputy, Lu Qinghou, said excitedly.

"Not just that. I just received intelligence from headquarters that not only did the core members of the Gambino family come to Hong Kong, but the Russian mafia and the Yakuza also sent a large number of their elite members, flying in batches to Hong Kong."

"American mafia, Russian mafia, Japanese Yakuza..."

Lu Qinghou's mouth hung open, unable to recover from the shocking news. "Are they planning to tear Hong Kong apart!"

"Stop talking nonsense. Our task is simple: track Carlo's movements and discover their plans early. The rest is beyond our control," Ling Feng said seriously, aware of their limitations.

"Look, their flight has arrived."

At the same time, in the living room of No. X, Shallow Water Bay Road, Xiang Qiang, with a cold expression, paced back and forth. Learning that two of his top enforcers were dead and injured, and that the one who returned brought a message from Su Yang, his mood was far from good.

"Ten days to destroy my Yongsheng? Even the government can't do that. What makes this kid think he can?"

Xiang Qiang, furious, picked up the phone. "Ah Dong, pick ten men, arm yourselves, and go to room 1003 at the Sheraton Hotel. If there's anyone inside, take them out. If not, wait for them to return and take them out."

Ah Dong was the leader of the most elite killer group under Yongsheng, known for his terrifying reputation in the underworld. Xiang Qiang trusted him.

"Even if you have three heads and six arms, a tiger can't fight a pack of wolves, and a strong dragon can't suppress a local snake. Hmph."

Just as he hung up, another call came in. Few people knew this number, and they were all top figures in Yongsheng.

"Brother Qiang, I just received news that the Gambino family has almost all come to Hong Kong, led by Godfather Carlo, who just arrived at the airport."

"American mafia, what are they doing in Hong Kong?"

Xiang Qiang was taken aback, his pupils contracting. "Our Yongsheng has nothing to do with the American mafia. They must be here for something else."

"I'm not sure. They came with three to five hundred people, looking very aggressive. I'm afraid they have ill intentions!"

"That's just a few hundred people." Xiang Qiang felt a bit more at ease after hearing the number. "Send someone to monitor their movements. As long as they don't provoke us, we won't interfere with whatever they do."

"If they show hostility or provoke us, don't hesitate. The Gambino family may have a good reputation, but this is Hong Kong, our territory. A few hundred people won't amount to much."

Yongsheng claimed to have two hundred thousand members, but only about four thousand were truly combat-effective. In Xiang Qiang's view, even if the Gambino family was a fierce dragon, a few hundred people were nothing to fear.

Most importantly, he didn't believe they were targeting Yongsheng. From the previous life, Yongsheng and the American mafia had no connection, let alone any grudges.

After giving his instructions, Xiang Qiang made one last call. "Ah Hui, take a group of brothers and bring Xiao Wei to me. Now, immediately, right away. Deliver her to my villa by eight o'clock tonight."

Hanging up, Xiang Qiang stretched and went back to his bedroom to sleep. He needed to be well-rested to enjoy the company of the famous actress Xiao Wei that night.