The wet and light fishy sea breeze hit my face, which made Sheng Jiashu, who had just walked onto the deck, couldn't help but reach out and press the camel-colored brim along the gentleman's hat, turned around and lit the cigarette with a lighter, then looked into the distance.

Fishing boats and cargo ships of all sizes are swaying on the sea, either raising white sails or sizzling black smoke, dragging white waves between the blue sea and the blue sky.

And further ahead, the end of this cruise ship, Hong Kong, is already vaguely visible.

There were already some passengers gathered at the deck at the front of the cruise ship, and were excited and curiously pointing at the city with increasingly clear contours in front of them, exchanging their first impressions of the city.

After quietly smoking the cigarette alone, Sheng Jiashu took out a harmonica from his pocket and sent it to his lips and blew it gently. The cruise ship moved forward slowly, and the sound of the piano and the surging waves merged into one.

It was not until Sheng Jiashu finished playing a song that the shutter sounded first, and then a female voice asked in English from the side: "Hello?"

Sheng Jiashu turned around and looked at an Asian girl wearing a black British houndstooth dress, a black fedora hat, and a portable camera around her neck, holding a woman's cigarette that had not been lit in her hand, and was smiling at herself: "Can you do a favor, sir?"

"My honor." Sheng Jiashu put away the harmonica, took out the Zippo, and helped the other party light the cigarette.

"Thank you, my name is Claire, reporter." The woman thanked Sheng Jiashu after the cigarette was lit.

Sheng Jiashu took back Zippo: "Peter, Pitt Sheng, accountant."

"The Irish folk song just now was very beautiful," said the woman named Claire. "I mean, I rarely see people with yellow races like this style of music."

Sheng Jiashu nodded: "What my godfather taught me is Irish-American."

"He must like you very much, so he will teach you some personal hobbies. My godfather is a very strict person. I basically have no other private contact except for meeting with my parents during regular church meetings with them, let alone teaching me some hobbies." Claire, who was a reporter, sucked a cigarette and said in an envious tone.

"He does like me very much. Although he is a godfather, he never cares about whether my faith is correct. In other words, most of the time, he teaches me to do things that have nothing to do with faith, such as playing harmonica, or other things that violate dogma." Sheng Jiashu himself lit a cigarette before responding.

Then the two fell into silence for a moment, staring at the city getting closer and closer. Until Claire's cigarettes burned out, she spoke again: "It's quite terrible, right? I mean these sea waters. I can't believe that I have floated on these sea waters for more than 20 days. If it weren't for the transfer of work, I think I wouldn't have appreciated the sea scenery for so long."

"Yes, if there is no need, no one would want to enjoy the sea view for so long." Sheng Jiashu exhaled a mouthful of smoke, and was blown away by the sea breeze as soon as he left his mouth.

"So, you were also transferred to Hong Kong to work, so you were forced to enjoy the sea scenery for so long?" Claire asked with his back to the sea, leaning against the railing, looking at Sheng Jiashu with his face.

Sheng Jiashu glanced at the other party and smiled politely: "No, it's because my family in Hong Kong was killed, so I have to come back and do something for my family and for the people who killed them. By the way, this is also what my godfather taught me."

After saying that, Sheng Jiashu took out the piano and continued to play a soothing and sad tune towards Hong Kong that was close to him.

Claire looked at Sheng Jiashu's focused and immersive expression and subconsciously murmured the poem that the American Irish gangsters whom they interviewed before, often recited during revenge: "Lord, it's time. Summer is overwhelming, let the wind blow across the cemetery, indicating that we will pay our blood debts and blood."

...

Outside the Tsim Sha Tsui Pier in Hong Kong, the inspector Ma Jingui of the North Point District wore a Panama hat and was covered in black wet and hunched. Four or five plainclothes men with arrogant faces were even more carelessly showing their gun holsters around the detective, guarding the detective, for fear that those who passed by would not see Ma Jingui's majesty and domineering.

However, although his subordinates were still arrogant today, Ma Jingui could not see the aura of the former police troupe. At this time, his back was slightly hunched, and he was walking impatiently outside the dock. There were eight or nine long and short cigarette butts under his feet. He even took out a handkerchief from time to time to wipe the sweat on his face, and sighed heavily to the sea.

"Brother Gui! Uncle Qing, Uncle Xu brought people here." A subordinate noticed the movement in the street opposite the pier and hurriedly reminded him.

Ma Jingui turned around and saw dozens of strong and strong men on the street opposite, surrounded by the two leaders and walked towards Ma Jingui. Ma Jingui threw the cigarette butt in his hand to the ground, opened his mouth and moved his lower muscles. Then he stepped forward and greeted him intimately:

"Brother Qing, Ah, it's rare to see you go out for a walk. Why are you here to have a breeze on the beach?"

Ba Zhiqing, a Laojia in Kowloon City, in Heshengtang, smiled and pulled the corners of his mouth twice: "Brother Gui is here too? Why aren't he in North Point today? He came to Tsim Sha Tsui specifically?"

"It's nothing, I'm so annoyed by the trivial matters of the office. Come out and hide for the quiet." Ma Jingui took out the cigarette box from his pocket, distributed the cigarette and handed it to the two people in front of him.

The middle-aged man next to Ba Zhiqing was a Heibowen from the Tsim Sha Tsui generation, Heshengtang Laojia. At this time, he took Ma Jingui's cigarette and smiled in a playful tone: "I'm really here to hide from Qingjing? Then Brother Gui, you really know how to choose a place."

The three of them lit cigarettes and walked to the guardrail of the dock to blow the wind against the sea. The other people and horses all consciously retreated far away, leaving more than ten square meters of fan space for the three of them.

"Brother Gui, what are you doing here? Actually, Xinzhao is a brother for decades. There is no need to tell the lies of perfunctory scenes. As Chi gets off the boat, she will go to the hall with us. Today is the day when his new king ascends the throne. He sits with the dragon head of the hall." Ba Zhiqing spits a mouthful of smoke facing the sea: "Save what you think in your heart."

Ma Jingui smiled bitterly, and even had two pleas in his tone: "Brother Qing, Ah Hui went to study in the United States at the age of sixteen. He has only been back twice in so many years. Brother Sheng never thought about letting him take over the club. The club will solve the problem of the club. Why bother to find him an outsider who has never been incense?"

"That's not the case, Brother Gui." Baqiqing reached out and patted Ma Jingui's shoulder, and moved his eyes from the sea to Ma Jingui's face: "Heshengtang belongs to the Sheng family. The Sheng family is in the Sheng family. The Sheng family is in the Sheng family. Only Ah Cai is a male. He does not sit in the position of the leader, and the community will be in chaos. Besides, he has to find a murderer to help Brother Sheng's family avenge. If Ah Cai doesn't come forward, would he bother outsiders? You should also know that from the moment he was born in the Sheng family, he was already a member of the martial arts world. This is his life."

Ma Jingui was put on Bazhiqing's hand and his waist became a little more hunched: "Brother Sheng was alive..."

"Brother Gui, Brother Sheng has passed away for more than a month. He never thought that two sons who came out to die with him during his lifetime. Over the past month, the brothers below have been in panic and other words are ready to move. If you don't help Ah Cai to the dragon head as soon as possible to stabilize the morale of the army, I don't think you have to wait for someone to come to the door, and you will be dissipated by yourself." Hei Gu said to Ma Jingui: "You are both Brother Sheng's yellow paper brother and a member of the club. You have no reason to watch the club disperse at this time, right?"

"I know what the club means." Ma Jingui put the cigarette into his mouth and took it down again. After a few times, he couldn't help but speak: "Is there no need to discuss?"

"I, Ah, and four other bigwigs, decided to hold a meeting with Brother Cheng. Except Ah Han, everyone else thinks that Ah Chi is the most suitable for this position." Ba Zhiqing said: "Everyone knows your friendship with Brother Sheng, and he is the most favored Ah Chi. I am afraid that you will be excited when notifying you, but it is related to the community and you have to do so. But don't worry, as long as Ah Chi becomes the leader, He Shengtang will guarantee that he will never have any trouble. Whenever he moves Ah Chi, He Shengtang will never die."

Ma Jingui didn't say anything anymore, but just lowered his head and smoked without saying a word. Bazhiqing sighed and looked at the sea: "Agui, ask your subordinates to withdraw. You should know that the decisions of the club will never change. Don't ruin the brotherhood."

Ma Jingui glanced at the sea in the distance, and a huge cruise ship was slowly and calmly towards Victoria Harbor.

He quickly walked towards his men in the distance, wiped his wet faces blown by the sea breeze while walking, and whispered to himself: "Brother Sheng, you have a spirit in heaven. Bless Ah Hui is a common man who knows how to be greedy for life and fear death, and knows how to avoid good and bad luck!"

...

When the cruise ship was docking, Sheng Jiashu followed the crowd out of the boat in turn with his suitcase. When he walked out of the dock, he was looking around and observing which mode of transportation to go home. Ba Zhiqing, who had been waiting for a long time, held the photo in his hand and switched his eyes twice from the photo to Sheng Jiashu's face across the street. He nodded with certainty. The black bone beside him tilted his head and greeted his subordinates behind him: "What are you doing when you are standing there? Why don't you hurry up and follow Brother Qing and welcome the new leader?"

Dozens of people came from across the street, and naturally the momentum was amazing. Many passengers subconsciously looked at Bazhiqing and Heigu's team. Sheng Jiashu naturally noticed these people very quickly. After seeing Bazhiqing and Heigu's head, Sheng Jiashu was stunned at first, then smiled, and took the initiative to move towards the direction the two of them were walking:

"Uncle Qing, Uncle Xu, why are you here?"

"I haven't seen you for more than two years and have become a handsome guy again. Many ghost girls must have liked you." Ba Zhiqing stood in front of Sheng Jiashu, raised his head with a smile, looked at Sheng Jiashu, who was already half a head taller than him, and said with a relief: "I originally wanted you to take a plane, but later I felt that I would come back too soon... In short, no matter what, it's good to come back. Are you still used to it these days on the boat?"

"I'm not very used to it, seasickness is a bit awkward." Sheng Jiashu smiled calmly: "There were times when the waves were too big and I couldn't hold it back and vomited out."

"Hahahaha, you Laodou is so good at water, but you are seasick? Really... In short, when you come back this time, I will ask a few brothers with good water to accompany you to Changzhou Island for a few days, so that you can go to the sea to touch abalone with your hands." Hei Gun next to him smiled and reached out to pinch Sheng Jiashu's shoulder: "Although he looks a lot taller, he is still too thin, not as strong as your Laodou."

Sheng Jiashu smiled gently, allowing the two uncles of his parents to tease him, just like the shy and reserved appearance at the banquet before studying abroad and was out of place with everyone.

"Let's go, go back to the hall first, everyone is waiting for you at the hall." After a few polite words, Ba Zhiqing spoke.

Sheng Jiashu looked at Bazhiqing in surprise: "Dangkou? Uncle Qing, I am not from Shengtang. My father never let me go to the hall before he died."

"It's different from the past. In short, let's go first, okay? You are the only male in the Sheng family now. You should know some things. Let's leave, the car has been arranged." Ba Zhiqing said, holding Sheng Jiashu's back and preparing to walk across the street.

Suddenly, Ma Jingui rushed out from the side, grabbed Sheng Jiashu's wrist with his left hand, pulled Sheng Jiashu behind him, and took out the pistol from the holster with his right hand, pointing to several members of Heshengtang who were reacting quickly and wanted to pounce on him: "Don't move! Back!"

"Uncle Gui?" Sheng Jiashu shouted uncertainly when Ma Jingui pulled him behind him.

Ma Jingui's waist was straight and his eyes were firmly staring at Bazhiqing opposite him, and Heigu said: "Ah, don't be surprised. I'm here, no one can take you away!"

At this time, his men in plain clothes also drew their guns and occupied the entrance and exit of the dock, and vigilantly pointed the gun at the men brought by Ba Zhiqing.

On the other side, the subordinates brought by Bazhiqing and Heigu had already revealed the murderous blade hidden on their bodies, surrounding Ma Jingui and his men!

Bazhiqing seemed to guess that Ma Jingui would do this. At this time, there was no look of shock and misconduct on his face. Instead, he looked at Ma Jingui indifferently: "Brother Gui, why bother? How many brothers can you kill with one gun? Why do you have to fight with your fellow disciples?"

"Anyway, Ah Crab can't be a dragon head!" Ma Jingui spitted out the cigarette butt in his mouth and said decisively: "Ah Wei, take Ah Crab back to the boat!"

Ma Jingui, a plainclothes subordinate, stepped forward and hugged Sheng Jiashu directly towards the dock. While walking, he handed an envelope to Sheng Jiashu, and reminded him: "Uncle Gui has prepared. The next stop of this cruise ship is Japan. You can take a flight from Japan to the United States, don't come back again."

After saying that, he pushed Sheng Jiashu into the entrance and exit, and then stood there with others as if facing a great enemy. Sheng Jiashu stood in the entrance and looked back at Ma Jingui, who was alone in front of dozens of people. He lowered his head and opened the envelope. Inside it was a boat ticket to Japan, a plane ticket to the United States, and a check of 100,000 Hong Kong dollars.

"You broke the rules, Brother Gui, it's still time to retreat now." Ba Zhiqing took two steps back, took out the cigarette roll and rolled it slowly, and said in his mouth.

Ma Jingui's face was firm: "When Brother Sheng is alive, you don't have to rely on me to take care of him. But when he leaves, while I have not become a waste, I want to help him with a funeral after he leaves a stick of incense for Brother Sheng."

"That's all that is gone?" Baqiqing scratched a match, lit a cigarette, and shook a wink at Heibo.

Hei Gu's face next to him was gloomy and waved his hand. Dozens of subordinates behind him were holding various fierce blades, slowly pressing towards Ma Jingui like a tide.

"The old man from Heshengtang, such as 49, Ma Jingui, is scattered, secretly helps outsiders, fabricates right and wrong, and distracts his brothers, and dies under ten thousand swords according to the rules!"
Chapter completed!