Chapter 91

  "It's really......" Looking at a scene that was completely different from what he had thought in his heart, Gao Yang silently pursed his lips.

  "I've done some research online. After entering the 21st century, Hong Kong's triads have gradually started to transform and go legit. Those who are still making black money are mostly in bars and nightclubs. On the streets, they're basically just low-level thugs, or people who originally did street vendor business, joining the triad just for an identity that can protect themselves."

  "Ah, forget it. I didn't plan on doing anything anyway, just a brief infatuation when I was younger, and that's fine." Hua Yang casually threw away the empty milk tea cup and said.

  "Ah~~" Gao Yang let out a big yawn, glancing at the original point on his wrist. It was just past 6 pm. Not wanting to go to the airport so early and wait around bored, Gao Yang looked around for a place to kill some time.

  "Ah!" Gao Yang's eyes lit up, and he saw a mahjong hall not far away! Gao Yang wasn't fond of gambling, but since he was young, whenever he had nothing to do, he liked watching his parents play cards. So, he also enjoyed playing cards, just for fun!

  Gao Yang, who hadn't played cards for a while, felt a bit itchy and turned to his bodyguard and assistant saying "I'll go play at that mahjong parlor, you guys take a walk around the area. Come pick me up at 8 o'clock, won't miss the flight, right?" The last sentence was directed at his life assistant.

  "Sir, it will take only half an hour from here to the airport. And even if you're late, the airline will wait for at least over half an hour," said the life assistant seriously.

  "Boss, we are still on the job. The environment here is very complicated, ensuring your safety is our responsibility, please rest assured, we won't disturb you." The bodyguard said in a low voice.

  Gaoyang shrugged and said, "Whatever." Gaoyang was feeling annoyed and just wanted to relax and relieve his frustration. Playing cards was also a way to ease the pressure. He might as well play for a while before meeting with Xiaoshuijing.

  Since he got the original point, he has been under tremendous pressure! Gaoyang didn't receive any elite education, although born with a big heart and strong endurance, but after all, he is just an ordinary person! The huge secret, the worry about his relatives, the fear of powerful departments, and the expectation of an entire country in another space-time!

  The sky gradually darkened, the neon lights of the shops on both sides of the street flickered, emitting a dazzling array of colors, and the people coming and going on the road all had their own stories.

  Gao Yang walked into the mahjong hall, followed by a life assistant, and his bodyguards were scattered around the mahjong hall.

  As soon as he walked into the mahjong hall, he saw that the room was filled with smoke and the sound of people's voices was deafening. The large hall had over a dozen tables, all of which were fully occupied. Gaoyang himself smoked, so he didn't mind the environment here at all.

  The store manager quickly walked up and smiled at Gao Yang, saying "Boss, let's play a couple of rounds."

  "Looks like there's no more space left?"

  "Ah, yes, inside is the VIP lounge set up for our esteemed bosses! This place is where those rich kids come to play, how can we let our boss play here? Come, come, this way please!" The manager enthusiastically greeted Gao Yang as he led him towards the VIP lounge, his eyes gleaming with excitement like a fox that had caught an old hen, thinking to himself "Mainland kid, money is coming!"

  Gaoyang glanced at him and smiled without saying anything, thinking to himself "It's good that someone can vent for me."

  The manager pushed open the innermost large door and invited Gao Yang to enter. The room was very spacious, with an electric mahjong table in the center, where three people were already seated chatting and laughing. There were also several service staff dressed as workers smoking and chatting around, but no matter how Gao Yang looked at them, they all seemed like members of a social club.

  Seeing the manager bring Gao Yang in, all three of them lit up. After a brief exchange of eyes with the manager, one of them stood up and said with a smile, "Jiangzai, come play a few rounds! Three lacking one, we've been waiting for you for a long time!" The other two also chimed in.

  Gao Yang slightly lowered his eyelids, a faint smile on his face, and said in a soft voice, "Alright." The brief words carried a hint of indifference and pleasure.

  After sitting down separately, Gaoyang asked faintly, "How to play? What size?"

  A middle-aged man with glasses sitting on the upper floor of a house smiled and said, "Everyone plays Guangdong cards, all-in, 3,000 yuan per round, no limit. Is that okay, boss?"

  Gao Yang smiled and nodded to his life assistant. The assistant quickly opened the briefcase he always carried with him, took out a thick stack of HK$1,000 bills and placed them on the mobile cabinet next to Gao Yang, estimated to be at least over a million!

  The breathing of several people in the room became noticeably heavier, and they exchanged a glance, nodding slightly. Gaoyang saw their reactions but didn't say anything, smiling faintly as he said "Let's begin."

  Chiu Ping Man, nicknamed Big Tooth Chiu, is a low-ranking triad member who likes to wear glasses and pretend to be sophisticated. He often hangs out in various mahjong parlors and gambling dens in Causeway Bay. In his mind, the easiest way to make money is to scam a mainland Chinese guy.

  A few people colluded to cheat and swindle, usually the victim would swallow their anger and let it go even if they found out; occasionally when encountering a foolish person, there would be someone responsible for mediating the situation.

  Those who can only afford to gamble in street-side casinos are generally incompetent, the capable ones have all gone to Macau. For such a long time, nothing has ever happened. Who would have thought that something really did happen today!

  Zhao Bingwen pinched the mahjong tiles in his hand, adjusted his glasses, and hesitated to play them out. It wasn't until Gao Yang's slightly cold gaze swept over that he swallowed hard, his hands trembling slightly as he played the tiles "Nine Ten Thousand!"

  Gao Yang slightly curled up the corners of his mouth and faintly spat out two words: "Whatever."

  Three people's hands all shook violently, their faces turned white. Gao Yang pushed down the tiles in front of him: "Qingyisei, seven rounds, baozi mo."

  Zhao Bingwen's forehead immediately started sweating, and he had already lost most of his money. If he couldn't win it back later, he would have to go borrow from a usurer. He swallowed hard and glared at Gao Yang viciously! Gao Yang had already won over ten rounds in a row!

  He exchanged a look with the other two and then gave a signal to several waiters standing on the periphery.

  Gao Yang smiled and lit a cigarette, continuing with the next round.

  "Tian Hu, eighty-eighth trick." Gao Yang lightly pushed down the tile in front of him. The people in the room were all stunned, staring blankly at Gao Yang's tile with a look of utter shock and amazement, they had played for so many years but never seen what Tian Hu was!

  Gao Yang pinched his chin and said faintly, "Give me money."

  The bald-headed man sitting opposite Gao Yang suddenly slammed his hand on the table and stood up, shouting "You damn cheater!"

  Gao Yang slightly raised his head, his cold eyes scanning the bald-headed man. He felt a chill in his heart and for a moment couldn't say a word.

  Gao Yang didn't say anything, he lifted his leg and leaned against the chair, quietly smoking. The scene suddenly became quiet, and the atmosphere in the room seemed to freeze.

  Zhao Bingwen coughed lightly and said, "Boss, we admit defeat today. Please return the money we lost, and my brother will offer 30,000 yuan as a tea fee. Let's be friends, after all, it's a small world. My brother." He knew in his heart that he had met a master today, with such skills, why not go to Macau instead of messing around in this small place?

  Gao Yang laughed and said with a faint tone of cigarette smoke, "What are you? You also dare to call me brother?"

  The atmosphere in the room suddenly turned cold, and a group of people looked extremely ugly. The bald-headed man suppressed the fear in his heart and said sternly, "Well, you don't want to drink the toast, so you'll have to drink the penalty wine! You won't be able to walk out of here standing today!"

  Several waiters rolled up their sleeves, revealing tattooed arms, and walked towards Gao Yang with a sneer.

  "Bang!" The door to the room burst open with a loud crash. The manager of the mahjong parlor flew in backwards, followed by Gao Yang's bodyguards who all rushed in.

  Just as Guang was banging his head on the table, Gao Yang's life assistant had already informed the bodyguards.

  Gao Yang quietly smoked a cigarette, watching the bodyguards beat up those scammers, feeling quite relieved in his heart.

  When all the hoodlums were knocked to the ground and groaning, Gao Yang stood up, picked up a stack of Hong Kong dollars, walked in front of the bald man, squatted down, and stared at him.

  His bald head was full of fresh blood, and several teeth had been knocked out. He begged Gao Yang in a pleading tone, "Big brother! Big brother! I was wrong, just spare my life! Please!"

  Gao Yang smiled and patted his face, saying coldly, "Originally, you accompanied me to waste so much time, I won the money anyway. However, your mouth is too cheap!"

  Gao Yang slowly stood up and threw all the Hong Kong dollars in his hand on the bald man's body, turned his head and said to the bodyguards in a light tone: "Break his legs, don't let him walk out."

  In 1925, in the French Concession of Shanghai. Zhang Xinghai, dressed in a Western-style suit and hat, was chatting with several Green Gang thugs. After a while, Zhang pulled out a stack of cash and handed it to the thugs. The thugs counted the money, nodded, and then turned to exchange a few words with the French soldiers at the checkpoint. The gate was opened, and a truck disguised as carrying rice sacks drove in smoothly.

  Zhang Xinghai saw the French soldiers and didn't even look at them, secretly spitting out saliva thinking "Damn it, I knew I shouldn't have bothered with disguises, let's just fight."

  He got on the second truck, nodded to a few thugs and drove into the French concession. The selected elite soldiers had already entered the French concession through other channels, now they were just waiting for his weapons.

  The sky gradually darkened, and in the French Concession on Maigao Road, Baixian Bridge, Junpei Lane 1, Huang Gongguan, the notorious big shot of Shanghai, Mr. Huang, was convening a meeting with his subordinates.

  "What are the preferences of that high-ranking military officer? Have you all inquired about them?" Huang Lao Ban asked his subordinates standing in the hall, tapping on his pipe.