To Fat Wah, those women were nothing more than money-making tools.
As for actually using them—he truly couldn't anymore.
Whether it was drugs, or even hanging "Little Fat Wah" up with a rope, it was all useless.
Hun Jianglong had been personally groomed by him.
His main job was squeezing money out of women.
Fat Wah himself came from a horse-handler background.
After putting on a half-real, half-fake display of grief in front of the underlings,
he immediately began arranging Hun Jianglong's funeral affairs.
Hun Jianglong was dead.
Big D was also watching him closely everywhere, ready to put a bullet in his head at any time.
Fat Wah felt less and less safe.
He immediately told Uncle Deng what he was thinking,
hoping Uncle Deng would step in to restrain Big D.
From beginning to end, Fat Wah never once suspected that Lin Yao had done it.
Uncle Deng told Fat Wah that the situation with Wo Shing was becoming more and more complicated.
He planned to convene another Elders' Council to decide a major matter.
Before hanging up, Uncle Deng told Fat Wah to bring Lin Yao along as well—
he wanted to see this remarkably eye-catching young man for himself.
According to the rules, the Elders' Council was the highest-level meeting.
Not to mention ordinary foot soldiers—
even a branch's chief enforcer wasn't qualified to attend.
When Lin Yao received Fat Wah's call, he quickly expressed his "shock."
When he heard that Fat Wah's suspicions were pointing squarely at Big D,
Lin Yao thumped his chest and declared:
"Brother Wah, I'll go take Big D out anytime.
I'll definitely restore honor for the organization."
"A-Yao, I'm only suspicious," Fat Wah said.
"There's no evidence at all—not even a single solid lead."
"Uncle Deng called to convene the Elders' Council.
Originally, you weren't qualified to attend,
but Uncle Deng specifically named you to come."
"Alright. When?" Lin Yao asked.
"This afternoon. Two hours from now.
Come pick me up."
"Got it, Brother Wah."
After hanging up,
Lin Yao smiled faintly.
Big D was unhappy that Fat Wah hadn't supported him.
Fat Wah, on the other hand, suspected Big D of killing his godson.
Looks like there was going to be a good show between those two.
Should he add a little fuel to the fire?
Forget it.
He'd first see what the Invincible Wind-Fire Wheel was planning to do.
…
That afternoon, 3:30 PM!
Lin Yao drove his second-hand Ford to the gate of a villa in Kowloon Tong.
This was Fat Wah's villa.
Though it was called a villa, it was really just a small two-story house with a surrounding wall,
not very large in area.
But the location was excellent.
Fat Wah had bought this small place back when he was still a lowly boss,
snagging it cheaply from an old gangster with a huge gambling debt.
Clearly, Fat Wah was treating this like facing a great enemy.
Afraid Big D would send hitmen to blow his head off with a single shot.
The villa was packed inside and out with bodyguards.
Having Lin Yao come pick him up also carried the implication of using Lin Yao as protection.
After setting off, there were three cars total—
one in front and one behind filled with bodyguards,
with Lin Yao and Fat Wah riding in the middle car.
When Lin Yao heard their destination, he felt a bit surprised.
This was completely different from how it played out in the movie.
Fat Wah said Uncle Deng was holding the Elders' Council at his own home today.
But according to what Lin Yao knew, Uncle Deng lived in a very old apartment building,
one without even an elevator.
Yet Fat Wah told him they were heading to
Villa No. 53, Deep Water Bay.
It turned out the Invincible Wind-Fire Wheel was far wealthier than expected.
Which made sense—
as a super elder, he must own many properties.
That old, run-down apartment from the movie
was probably just one of his many hideouts.
From Kowloon to Hong Kong Island, they passed through a tunnel,
then drove straight along the coastal highway.
After more than forty minutes,
the cars stopped in front of a seaside villa.
This was considered a wealthy area of Hong Kong Island,
though not quite the territory of true super-rich elites.
The real tycoons all lived halfway up Victoria Peak.
Places like Deep Water Bay or Repulse Bay
were home to people with some money, but not top-tier wealth.
Triad members particularly liked buying properties here.
For example, Chiang Tiansheng of Hung Hing lived in Repulse Bay.
After the front and rear cars stopped and security was checked,
Fat Wah finally told Lin Yao to get out.
As soon as they stepped down,
Uncle Deng's bodyguards hurried over to greet Fat Wah.
"Brother Wah!"
"Brother Wah!"
"Brother Wah!"
…
Lin Yao saw several familiar faces.
One was the most handsome crossover thug in history,
Dongguan Boy,
along with his boss, the Ice-Fresh Chicken King, Dai Po Hei.
There was also the weakest errand-runner in history, Blowjob Ji,
as well as Officer Sam, whom Lin Yao had saved last time.
When Blowjob Ji saw Lin Yao, he forced a cautious smile.
Officer Sam hurried over to express his gratitude.
But it was all just lip service—
polite words without sincerity.
Lin Yao knew very well that this guy was a hopeless lapdog.
Officer Sam's boss, Dragon Root, also came over,
chewing on betel nut as he exchanged a few polite words with Lin Yao.
Aside from expressing appreciation,
he casually threw in a few bland thank-yous.
Though Officer Sam was useless,
his subordinate, Jimmy Boy,
was clearly very satisfied.
At this moment, Jimmy Boy stared at Lin Yao,
who looked so handsome it made people jealous.
He thought to himself—
If only Jimmy Boy had Lin Yao's skills… how great would that be?
Hung Yi was a solid mid-sized triad,
yet Lin Yao alone had crushed it,
beating them so badly they didn't even dare breathe loudly.
Even the Cheung Lok Gang, which had excellent relations with Hung Yi,
didn't dare fart once.
Next, Lin Yao saw a whole group of other familiar faces.
He recognized the faces, but couldn't quite match them to names.
After all, in the movie,
these Wo Shing elders didn't get much screen time,
and the lighting during their scenes was extremely dim.
But there was one person Lin Yao remembered very clearly.
That was the bespectacled, perpetually smug-looking Moon Ball enforcer—
String Exploder.
String Exploder merely glanced at Lin Yao,
then walked straight into the villa.
After that, Lin Yao saw
the short-statured thug whose entire life was defined by being short—
Airplane Not Pulling Up,
and his boss, Fishhead Mark.
It seemed Uncle Deng's meeting today
was a massively expanded Elders' Council,
expanded all the way down to trusted enforcers and close subordinates.
Seeing so many big shots,
Fat Wah greeted people left and right,
but never forgot to introduce Lin Yao proudly:
"This is A-Yao—the one who took down Hung Yi.
Handsome, right?"
"Sharp, huh?"
Everyone sized Lin Yao up a few times,
remembering the recent underworld rumors.
"So you're A-Yao—pleased to meet you!"
"Handsome indeed—really impressive!"
The elders' underlings also came over enthusiastically to greet him.
"So this is Brother Yao! Brother Yao, you're amazing!!!"
Lin Yao nodded politely.
He noticed that Airplane Not Pulling Up looked cold and aloof,
with a hint of provocation in his eyes toward Lin Yao.
But most of the others were excessively polite—
almost overly enthusiastic.
Over the past few days,
Lin Yao's system points had been steadily rising.
He was already at 752 points.
This meant his reputation was spreading rapidly.
And reputation growth also increased system points.
Of course, it wasn't as lucrative
as grabbing territory and extorting money.
This busted system
really lived by the motto: silence is golden.
Every time, Lin Yao had to manually open the system interface to check—
there were no sound prompts whatsoever.