"Come on, Brother Yi, how about we finish this drink first?" Fatty Lin raised his large wine glass toward Yang Yi.

"Good, today I'll go wild with you!" Yang Yi smiled, raising his glass to meet the clink. Then, watching Fatty Lin, a sound of gulping and swallowing arose. "Gulp, gulp!"

"You two aren't perhaps..." The middle-aged bartender beside them, who had just been preparing a drink, froze, staring as Yang Yi and Fatty Lin downed the whiskey as if it were water, swallowing great mouthfuls. He was momentarily dumbfounded.

Whiskey: produced in Scotland, made from various elements, ranking high among spirits for its potency. Yet here it was, being treated like water by Yang Yi and his friend. Furthermore, judging by their expressions, they showed nothing but smiles, without even pausing or blinking.

"Ah! Refreshing! Again!" Both downed another large glass of whiskey simultaneously. A normal person drinking like that in one go would surely have a slightly flushed face, but these two monsters seemed completely unaffected, leaving the middle-aged bartender utterly bewildered.

"Here, two more drinks!" Yang Yi called out to the bartender.

Fatty Lin lifted his glass toward the bartender and shouted, "Come on!"

"Right!" Seeing how forthright Yang Yi and Fatty Lin were, the bartender roared, but against the bar's music, his voice seemed fragile. After a brief drip, drip, tap sound, a clatter followed. "...Here, these two are on me!"

"Uh!" Yang Yi and Fatty Lin looked at the bartender in utter surprise, seemingly not grasping why he would offer them drinks for free.

"Heh heh, it's been a long time since I've seen guests as generous as you two. Besides, you don't look like simple folks, downing a large glass of whiskey without batting an eye. So... this one's my treat!" The middle-aged bartender said with a faint smile.

"Thanks!" Fatty Lin and Yang Yi called out in unison. When offered a free drink, they certainly weren't going to refuse.

Just as the two were about to start drinking again, a young man ran over and called out to the bartender, "Boss, those people are back."

"Boss?" Yang Yi and Fatty Lin simultaneously had the same thought, glancing at each other as if they had instantly understood one another. Was that middle-aged bartender the owner of this bar?

"Those people?" The middle-aged bartender’s brow suddenly furrowed, his expression becoming slightly unnatural, though it vanished in a moment. He smiled at Yang Yi and Fatty Lin and said, "I apologize, I need to step away for a moment. Xiao Che, you take good care of these two guests; their drinks are half on my tab!"

"Yes, Boss!" The young man responded, then smiled and nodded at Yang Yi and Fatty Lin, a gesture of friendliness.

"Come on, Brother Yi!" Fatty Lin didn't dwell on it, just shouted to Yang Yi, "Another round!"

"Alright!" Yang Yi replied, glancing at the middle-aged bartender who was hurrying toward the back door—the owner of this small establishment. A twitch played across Yang Yi's lips before he immediately resumed drinking with Fatty Lin.

"Ugh!————!" Fatty Lin let out a long belch, rubbing his stomach, and said, "Damn, just two big glasses of whiskey and I feel stuffed."

"Heh heh, you two have quite the capacity for drink. No wonder the boss asked me to look after you specifically!" The young man named Xiao Che said, looking at Fatty Lin with a smile.

"Not really, we just prefer this style of drinking," Fatty Lin said, setting down his glass and proclaiming.

"You're Xiao Che, right?" Yang Yi asked the young man with a smile.

"Yes."

"Was that bartender your boss just now?" Yang Yi asked, not knowing why he suddenly asked, which made Fatty Lin on the side confused but also look at the young man with curiosity.

"Yes, the person who treated you to drinks just now is our boss here," the young man replied, wiping a glass with a smile.

"I didn't realize your boss still did the bartending himself?" Yang Yi asked indifferently.

"Heh heh, it's like this: our boss started as a barman. After gaining a lot of experience, he opened this small bar. So, when he has free time, he still comes out to show off his skills. Besides, the drinks our boss mixes are famous throughout this area for being delicious!" Xiao Che explained.

"No wonder, no wonder such a small bar is this crowded." Fatty Lin looked relieved. Since first walking in, he had indeed thought the bar seemed too prosperous—not only were the cars parked outside bumper-to-bumper, but there were also quite a few people dancing and drinking inside.

"So that means your business is doing very well?"

Hearing Yang Yi's question, a flicker of bitterness crossed the young man's face. "It's precisely because business is so good that we've attracted jealousy from competitors. Moreover, recently a gang of thugs showed up, and now our business has really slowed down."

"Thugs?" Yang Yi and Fatty Lin looked at the young man with confusion.

And at that very moment...........

"Bang!" The back door was kicked open, and the figure of a middle-aged man was seen being dragged in by several young men.

"Damn your ancestors! Why don't you take a good look in the mirror? When did my Lord Wolf ever lie on Wanchai Road? You're being completely clueless, aren't you? Huh?" A middle-aged man stepped on the face of the other middle-aged man—the bar owner—cursing him with a string of vulgarities.

"That's right! Who in Wanchai Road doesn't know that our Lord Wolf is a Red Star big brother?" A group of young men shouted, clearly flattering him.

It just goes to show that one saying is absolutely true: flattery pierces through everything. Seeing the smile on the face of the man called Lord Wolf, it was clear he was about to float to heaven.

"You... you... you are going too far..." The bar owner was furious, grabbing Lord Wolf's foot with both hands and pulling hard, nearly causing him to flip over backward.

"Ouch! You actually dare to fight back, you bastard?" Lord Wolf regained his footing. "All of you, go! Beat him to death! Today, I'll let him know the consequences of not paying protection money!"

"Yes!" A group of young men immediately rushed toward the bar owner, hitting and kicking him viciously.

"Boss!" The young man called Xiao Che cried out in anger when he saw his boss lying on the ground being beaten, and he rushed over. "Stop! Don't hit him anymore! If you keep hitting him, I'll call the police!"

"Tch, you don't know that the Hong Kong police are eating shit these days?" A young man sneered at Xiao Che.

"I said stop hitting him!" Xiao Che shouted, pushing the young men away one by one.

"Damn it, go get him too! Beat this meddlesome punk until he's dead!" Lord Wolf, enraged that Xiao Che dared to interfere, commanded the other young men.

"Yes, Lord Wolf!"

"Lord Wolf, this has nothing to do with him. I’ll pay the protection fee! Isn't it fine if I pay?" The bar owner stood up, blood trickling from his mouth, positioning himself to shield Xiao Che behind him as he spoke to Lord Wolf.

Lord Wolf snorted disdainfully upon hearing this. "Not bad, you know your place!"

As he spoke, he tilted his head toward a young man beside him, signaling him to step forward to collect the money. The bar owner then pulled out a few thousand Hong Kong dollars and handed them to the young man. "Lord Wolf, here are five thousand!"

"Five thousand?" Lord Wolf frowned as he took the money from his subordinate. "We agreed on ten thousand a month for protection money, and you’ve defaulted for five months, totaling fifty thousand. You’re only giving me five thousand now—what the hell is that? Hmm?"

"I don't have that much cash on me right now. Can you give me a few more days?" The bar owner’s face looked very grim.

"No way, absolutely not! I’ve given you enough time already. You haven't paid for half a year; if I don't collect in full today, won't I lose face? How will I explain to my big brother when I go back?" Lord Wolf immediately refused.

"This... I can't help it!"

"Can't help it?" Lord Wolf coldly snorted at the bar owner's words. "I think you just don't want to pay!"

"It's not that..."

"Hmph, enough nonsense! Go get him! Even if you don't have the money today, you'll pay!" Lord Wolf said arrogantly, letting out a snort—it seemed he enjoyed snorting—then yelled at the young man beside him.

"Yes, Lord Wolf!"

"Damn it, I'll smash these bastards to death!" Fatty Lin slammed the liquor cabinet heavily, roaring in anger.

"Fatty!" Yang Yi called out to Fatty Lin with narrowed eyes.

"Brother Yi, these bastards..."

"Heh heh, I called you not to stop you, but to suggest we capture the king first. See that one person there?"

"Tsk tsk, I get it." Fatty Lin grinned sinisterly, stood up, grabbed a beer bottle from the side, and walked over to Lord Wolf with a smile, patting him on the shoulder. "Hi—brother, did you screw your mom tonight?"

"I did!" Lord Wolf responded before he could react, then turned to glare at Fatty Lin. Suddenly, he seemed to sense something was wrong, about to curse Fatty Lin out, but the moment he turned around.........

"Smack!"...........

A beer bottle smashed viciously onto Lord Wolf’s head. Blood instantly burst out, splattering everywhere. Lord Wolf stared at Fatty Lin with an expression of disbelief and utter shock, pointing a finger and stuttering, "You... you... you..."

"You what? You little brat, you actually slept with your mother? You pervert!" Fatty Lin cursed him thoroughly, then kicked him. "Bang!" Lord Wolf's body flew backward, crashing hard against the wall.

"Lord Wolf!".......

"This Fatty, sigh—he’s really learned some new tricks, using such pure language to curse people!" Yang Yi watched the scene unfold, suddenly uttering that sentence, which caused several people who had gathered to watch to immediately collapse to the floor, sputtering, "Damn!"