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Zhong Kui's Diary
The Foreign Trade Hotel is indeed not far from the People's Hospital; it takes about five or six minutes to walk there. However, it's noon now, and the sun outside is blazing hot with not a hint of wind. The entire Sun City feels like a steamer, and I can even see white steam rising from the pavement.
This damn heat is unbearable.
By the time Fatty and I arrived at the Foreign Trade Hotel, we were already drenched in sweat. Walking into the hotel lobby, I was surprised to find there was no air conditioning. At the front desk stood a girl in uniform, behind her was a standing fan. In the seating area, a Black-Clad Youth was sprawled out on the sofa, snoring loudly in this environment—either he was extremely tired or drunk.
“Tian Zhiyong sent us over,” I said as I approached the girl.
“Finally, someone has come!” The girl looked relieved upon seeing us, bending down to take a magnetic card from a drawer and handing it to me. “Room 609 is prepared for you. If anything happens here, just hit the switch, and an alarm will go off in your room.”
“Is the air conditioning broken in the lobby? Also, you seem quite happy to see us?” Fatty shamelessly rolled up his shirt sleeves, exposing layers of fat on his belly.
“Yes! It broke last night!” The girl seemed quite familiar with us: “Damn it, all of you from the gang suddenly left, and there’s not a soul here. If a thug comes in, I wouldn’t know what to do!”
Fatty is the biggest thug! I chuckled inwardly and chatted casually for a bit. We introduced ourselves and learned that her name is Zhao Ting. After getting the key, I called Fatty to head upstairs.
Room 609 is a standard double room; aside from a red warning light above the TV, it looks just like any other hotel room. The first thing we did upon entering was turn on the air conditioning and take cold showers. Then we lay on the bed eating instant noodles while watching TV. In this heat, I'd rather hide in my room eating instant noodles than go out for seafood.
After Fatty finished his shower, he walked over to the bar and opened a can of beer, gulping down a big mouthful and wiping the foam from his lips. “Ghost Brother, are we really joining the Iron Blood Gang like this?”
“Yeah!”
“Mao Shun’s gang is quite chaotic; they won’t make us go out and hurt people after we join, right?”
“The Iron Blood Gang is already this quiet; I doubt things are any better over at Red Wolf Hall. Don’t worry; it’ll be safe for now. Once Xiao Yuan wakes up and we find out about the Fire Spirit Pearl’s whereabouts, we’ll leave. It won’t matter if there’s bloodshed here!” I wiped my mouth with a tissue. It had been a while since I had instant noodles, and they tasted pretty good. I said to Fatty, “Make me another bowl of instant noodles; damn it, I'm getting addicted!”
Fatty was making instant noodles for me while laughing, "That's not necessarily true. What if another gang takes advantage of the situation?"
"Shut your crow's mouth!"
"Haha!" Fatty laughed heartily and changed the subject, "What do you think about Tian Laoshu? Is he suspicious?"
"Eh?"
"He doesn't seem like a straightforward character!" Fatty chuckled.
"A mole is not an undercover agent; those are two different concepts," I replied dismissively. "However, Tian Laoshu does seem a bit off. He might be hiding some power. Think about it: the Iron Blood Gang came out in full force, and out of forty to fifty men, only three were left standing at the end, and Tian Laoshu is one of those three. This person is likely a skilled fighter."
"That's not certain; maybe he was just lying on the ground playing dead from the start?" Fatty was good at putting himself in others' shoes.
"Playing dead? In such a chaotic situation, the only person lying still on the ground would end up getting trampled to death..."
I was about to continue my argument when suddenly the red warning light above the television began to flash, accompanied by a piercing alarm.
"What is this?" Fatty looked at me in confusion.
I was equally puzzled until it suddenly dawned on me: "Damn it, something's happening downstairs!"
Was Fatty really a jinx? Did we have to ruin our pleasant instant noodle meal?
I jumped off the bed, and the two of us rushed downstairs.
After exiting the elevator, I saw several burly men leaning against the front desk, smoking. Just one glance was enough to tell that these guys were troublemakers. It wasn't that I was particularly observant; it's just that who the hell carries steel pipes and wooden sticks when staying at a hotel?
Aside from that, there was nothing else unusual. The Black-Clad Youth on the sofa in the reception area was still snoring loudly.
Zhao Ting looked panicked about something. When he saw us approaching, he shouted, " Zheng Nan, Fat Brother, come over here!"
"What’s going on?" I calmly stepped between the burly men and Zhao Ting.
"Is it you, Zheng Nan? The Zheng Haonan from Causeway Bay, Hong Kong?" one of the bald men at the front laughed sharply, and the others joined in with their mocking laughter.
"Who’s in charge here?" I asked, maintaining my composure.
"I am!" Bald Man stepped forward, looking arrogant as he raised an eyebrow at me.
"Oh? What do you want?" I took a step forward as well. At this moment, I couldn't afford to lose my confidence. I made sure to keep a distance of about 1.2 meters from Bald Man, which is the minimum safe distance that strangers can tolerate; crossing that line would likely lead to physical conflict.
Bald Man sized me up: "This Foreign Trade Hotel will belong to our Underworld from now on!"
Damn it, the Underworld is involved? Is your boss Chan Kin-nam? Is your mission to restore the Ming Dynasty? While I cursed inwardly, a hint of worry crept in. This gang clearly intended to take advantage of the situation, and given the current state of the Iron Blood Gang, we might not be able to handle this.
I smiled lightly and pulled out my phone: "Let me make a call first!"
Bald Man paused for a moment but didn’t stop me.
I stepped aside, dialed Tian Zhiyong, and quietly explained the situation while asking him what was going on with the Underworld.
Tian Zhiyong said in surprise over there: "Zheng Nan, you listen to me first. In Sun City, everyone knows that all forces have backings. When two forces conflict, less than The other forces will never intervene at the last moment. Even if both sides are completely dead and injured, they will leave a buffer of time. This time is usually a week. If one of the conflicting forces does not come back for backup after a week, it means that the situation has been given up. Only then can other gangs intervene. "What do you mean? This Underworld doesn't follow your unwritten rules?" I asked in surprise. "What's Underworld? I've never heard of this gang at all. Don't worry about them. If you have some fists and kicks, Kung Fu, just beat them up." Tian Zhiyong then hung up the phone. This is somewhat interesting, but halfway through, this Underworld is still a fake. I walked back slowly and bared my teeth at Bald Man: "Underworld, right? Do you know about the Scenic Beauty of Streams and Mountains of Di Zhen Gaogang?" Do Chinese people know about Underworld? Brand, we have to thank the martial arts master Jin Yong. His Underworld chief rudder Chan Kin-nam is a well-known hero. Of course, what we can remember more is Wei Bao with seven wives. . No matter what, these routines I have now are all from the inside, the incisions of Underworld, which are the secret codes. Bald Man laughed: "The door faces the sea, and the Sanhe River has flowed for thousands of years. It turns out that you are also from Underworld. I wonder how many sticks of incense you burn..." Before Bald Man could finish speaking, I raised my head. He kicked me in the leg, Motherfucker, you really came to tell me the secret code. Bald Man was immediately kicked by me on the Coffee Table in the reception area, and the Ashtray on the Coffee Table fell to the ground with a bang. However, I was not so lucky. I hit the sharp corner of Coffee Table, rolling on the ground with grinning teeth, unable to get up. The Black-Clad Youth on the sofa still didn’t move, but when Bald Man rushed over, I clearly saw Black-Clad Youth’s feet tapping on Bald Man without leaving any trace. , this allowed Bald Man’s head to avoid the impact of the sharp angle of Coffee Table. What is the origin of Black-Clad Youth? I couldn't care about that much at the moment. Before the other big guys could react, Fatty and I rushed forward and knocked the remaining four or five people to the ground in three strokes. Obviously, these few None of them are great characters. And Fatty and I are both black boxers, and our attacks are extremely ruthless. Those who fell on the ground were all wailing and screaming. "Okay, it's okay!" I patted the dust on my palms to show that I was free, and raised my chin at Zhao Ting: "What are you going to do next? Call the police or something?"
"I'm... I'm not sure how to handle this! I... don't know!" Zhao Ting stammered.
"Just throw them out the door!" Fatty, being lazy himself, picked up the iron rod that had fallen and shouted at them, "Are you going to crawl out yourselves, or should I beat you out?"
"Fatty, you're quite impressive, huh?" A voice came from the lounge area. Turning to look, the drowsy Black-Clad Youth stood up unsteadily. He hadn't felt much while lying down, but now that he was standing, it became apparent that he was a remarkably handsome young man with sharp eyebrows, bright eyes, and red lips. Yes, I know the word 'handsome' isn't typically used to describe men, but at this moment, I couldn't find a more fitting term. This guy was truly... beautiful!
Could he be a woman disguised as a man? I instinctively glanced at his chest and saw no signs of any curves. Could it be that a flat-chested woman was pretending to be a man? The reason Hua Mulan went undiscovered for a year was because she was flat-chested...
As I was lost in thought, he waved at us and said, "Hello, I'm Wang Chuan, the head Red Stick of Underworld."
"Ghost Brother, what's a Red Stick?" Fatty stood beside me casually, oblivious to Black-Clad Youth kicking Bald Man earlier, and asked loudly.
"Grass shoes, Red Stick, White Paper Fan—these are titles in some southern gangs. The Grass Shoes handle external contacts, the White Paper Fan manages finances, and the Red Stick is the top enforcer," I whispered. "Be careful; this guy might have some skills."
"Is that so?" Fatty swung the iron rod in his hand, showing off a few moves before shouting and charging forward to strike Black-Clad Youth Wang Chuan on the head.
Damn it! I thought Fatty was just trying to scare him with the iron rod. I didn't expect him to recklessly charge in like that. Had he eaten something wrong?
With a loud "Bang!" a figure was kicked five meters away.
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