"You... you... wow!" Wolf Boss slammed against the far wall, spitting out a mouthful of blood before struggling to his feet. Apparently, his physique was quite robust, managing to withstand Fatty Lin’s kick. "Are you all frozen like you’ve swallowed a stone? Get him!"

"Damn it, a bunch of young whelps, actually not knowing when to quit!" Fatty Lin cursed loudly, casually grabbing another beer bottle nearby. With a sharp smash against a table corner, its jagged edge emerged. Fatty Lin pointed at the cluster of young men rushing forward, his expression utterly arrogant, and roared, "Fuck your mothers, come on! If you dare approach, I’ll paint you red!"

"........" The group of youths were nothing more than mere lackeys for the Red Star Society. Normally, they relied on Wolf Boss’s borrowed authority to bully others, but when it came to a real fight, they certainly weren't about to risk their lives. After all, they could hear Fatty Lin’s distinctly non-local accent and see the fierce, menacing look in his eyes, causing them all to halt their charge.

"Have you all eaten shit? Still standing there? He’s just holding a beer bottle, and you’re shaking like this? What good are you for? Get him, now!" Wolf Boss clutched his head and shouted fiercely at the assembled youths.

"Right! We’re coming!"

"Sigh, young people these days, truly incorrigible," Fatty Lin sighed with theatrical helplessness, as if he were ancient. In a sudden burst of speed, he moved toward the surging group, laying down a flurry of punches and kicks.

In just two minutes—a mere two minutes—the young men whose fighting spirit had been ignited by Wolf Boss were all sprawled on the ground, clutching their stomachs, their groin areas, or their chests, moaning in pain.

Seeing this, Wolf Boss froze, staring at Fatty Lin with utter disbelief. If there hadn't been any cameras around, he genuinely wouldn't have believed it wasn't a staged scene. Was a person really that formidable? Even the strongest among them could barely take on dozens of men armed with cleavers. This man had taken down seven or eight of his men without even a change in expression or a labored breath. "You... you... you just wait! You dare injure members of our Red Star Society? You just wait, I’m calling people now!"

With that, Wolf Boss turned tail and fled toward the bar entrance in a most undignified manner. Issuing such threats was the classic move of petty thugs and low-level gangsters, especially those operating in the seedier parts of town.

"Tch, I’ll just sit right here and wait for you to call them," Fatty Lin sneered dismissively, glancing at the downed thugs. "Now, get lost!"

"Ah—ouch, oh!" The group of lowlifes, leaning on one another, scrambled toward the exit.

After they were gone, the bar owner, leaning on a small cart, approached Fatty Lin and said apologetically, "I'm so sorry, young man, for involving you in this mess. You should probably leave quickly. This entire area belongs to the Red Star Society. If Wolf Boss really calls his backup..."

"Hehe, don't worry about it. I’ll wait right here for them," Fatty Lin chuckled, then added, "As long as there’s alcohol to drink, I believe my Brother Yi will stay too, right, Brother Yi?"

Hearing Fatty Lin’s voice and seeing his smiling face turn toward him, Yi could only manage a helpless smile. "You damned fatty, you stir up trouble and expect me to clean up your mess. You heartless scoundrel."

"Tsk tsk!" Fatty Lin grinned slyly and said to the owner, "Don't worry, sir, nothing will happen."

"This..." Seeing Fatty Lin’s confident smile, the bar owner seemed to make up his mind. He turned to the small cart and said, "Go, tell the patrons that I will cover all the bills today. Everyone can leave. The bar is closed for business!"

"Yes!" The attendant responded and quickly hurried off to explain to the customers.

"Come, let me personally mix you a glass of our establishment’s treasure!" The bar owner wiped the blood from his lip and said, "Please take a seat for a moment, wait for me!"

"Alright!" Fatty Lin didn’t refuse. After acknowledging the offer, he moved to Yang Yi’s side and asked, "Brother Yi, what do you think?"

"Wan Chai Road is Red Star territory. Heh heh, the Hong Kong triad world has always been this chaotic. Furthermore, the major factions are intensely jealous of each other. If it weren't for the powerful influence of the Hung Hing leader in Thailand keeping things suppressed, they would have already descended into total chaos. You, kid, have just stumbled upon an opportunity!" Yang Yi gave a sinister chuckle, clearly formulating some devious scheme in his mind. He secretly thought, To think, we already pulled a stunt like this with the Yamaguchi-gumi in Japan. Now, it’s a repeat performance. Interesting, haha!

"So what are you planning to do?" Fatty Lin, noticing the dark, cunning look on Yang Yi’s face, asked in confusion.

"Heh heh, creating friction is what we do best. How should we proceed?"

"Impersonation?" Fatty Lin unconsciously let the two words slip out, his face lighting up with surprise. "You mean, we impersonate members of other Hong Kong gangs besides the Red Star Society?"

"No, we can’t impersonate 14K or Hung Hing, because they are the established local powers. But the Sun Yee On—they are fair game!"

"The Chiu Chow gang?"

"Indeed. They used to be mostly local Hong Kongers, but I heard their new boss recently is Chiu Chow. And I also heard this new boss is quite bold, constantly recruiting people from all corners of the world to serve under him. While he might be generous, he’s precisely what irritates the other triads the most!" Yang Yi took a sip of whiskey as he spoke.

"Heh heh, I don't care if he’s Hong Konger or Chiu Chow, as long as it achieves your ideal goal, anything goes!" Fatty Lin chuckled foolishly.

"You kid..." Yang Yi shook his head, speechless.

"Gentlemen, thank you for waiting." The bar owner had only quickly dabbed at his wound and changed into a clean shirt. A slight swelling remained on his face, yet a faint smile lingered. "I will prepare two cups of our shop’s specialty for you—Green Mountain Plum Dew!"

"Green Mountain Plum Dew?" Yang Yi and Fatty Lin both looked at him, startled by the name.

"Yes. Please wait a moment!" The bar owner picked up a cocktail shaker and a mixing glass, then pulled out several small bottles, some red, some green. After uncapping them, a faint smoke actually rose, creating a mysterious effect.

After pouring six small bottles into the mixing glass, he added a bottle of blue liquor. "This one is called Blue Confidant. It’s a rather scorching strong spirit, which, when combined with vodka, will create a smoother finish," the owner explained while mixing. In the final step, the cocktail shaker danced gracefully, spinning around the owner's hand.

"Haha, Boss, whether your drink tastes good or not, just based on this little bit of acrobatics, I promise I will savor this drink carefully," Fatty Lin burst out laughing.

Yang Yi nodded. He didn't understand mixology, but he had read enough to know that three parts potency to seven parts smoothness was the standard for high-end spirits, maximizing the flavor profile. Watching the owner perform what looked like a circus act, Yang Yi was deeply impressed. This must be the pinnacle of a true bartender.

Smack!!! The bar owner set down the shaker, wiped the sweat from his brow, washed his hands, and then pulled out a piece of ice emitting cold vapor, breaking a few pieces with a tool. "This is Three-Year Cold Ice. It’s been here since I opened the establishment. While it can’t compare to thousand-year or even ten-thousand-year ice, it will certainly make this drink crisper!"

"Here, please enjoy!"

"Wow, that's impressive!" Fatty Lin inhaled the aroma deeply, looking at the two small but visually stunning glasses. The crimson liquid emitted wisps of white cold mist, making one instinctively want to pick it up and drink.

Yang Yi smiled faintly. He raised his glass, first smelling, then observing, then gently swirling the contents. The ice cube instantly melted slightly. He then took a small sip. Gulp! A sharp glint flashed in his eyes as he exclaimed, "Excellent liquor! Worthy of being the house specialty!"

"Damn, let me try too!" Fatty Lin immediately imitated Yang Yi: smell, observe, shake, then sip. He, too, exclaimed in amazement, "This liquor is better than vintage red wine."

"Indeed. Everyone assumes only the aged Nü’er Hong in the imperial cellars possesses true fragrance, yet this small cup of reddish spirit holds such a flavor!" Yang Yi smiled at the bar owner. "Is this drink truly called Green Mountain Plum Dew?"

"It is!" the owner confirmed.

"From three thousand worlds, taking but one, seven parts spirit, three parts lingering fragrance." Yang Yi watched the owner's surprised expression, then took another sip, closing his eyes slightly as he murmured, "The liquor holds three tastes, the mix adds six flavors; seven parts spirit aroma, three parts chilling coolness. Therefore: Ice Flame! How about that?"

"Ice Flame?" The bar owner’s expression drastically changed upon hearing the name Yang Yi conjured. He exclaimed with genuine shock, "My friend, you are certainly no ordinary person, to guess the original name of this drink!"

"The original name?" Yang Yi frowned. Ice Flame was a name he had just imagined. Had someone else already conceived of this name before him?

"Indeed. I have traveled extensively, from the north of the Great West to the southern regions of Jiangnan. This liquor was assembled from ingredients I gathered in those places. Its original name is indeed Ice Flame!"

"Oh?" Yang Yi offered a noncommittal smile, finished his glass in one go, and was about to say something else when a group of people flooded in from the doorway.

"Damn it! Which bastard dared to hit my Red Star Society members?" A heavyset man, even fatter than Fatty Lin, kicked open the door with arrogance, standing there shouting and yelling.