"Fat Brother, the fatty, it was him, he's the one who hurt our brothers!" Wolf Lord pointed at Lin Fatty, who was drinking, the makeshift bandage on his head clearly loose.

"Hmph!" Fat Brother snorted, narrowing his eyes to slits as he looked at Lin Fatty, taking a few steps closer to ask, "Did you lay hands on a few of my men?"

"So what if I did, so what if I didn't?" Lin Fatty's lip curled, downing the last of his drink before replying.

"Do you have any idea whose turf this is? This is Red Star Society's territory. Not only did you cause trouble here, but you also injured my brothers. Tell me, how should we settle this?" Fat Brother asked Lin Fatty with a strange look.

"Settle it? Ptooey!" Lin Fatty spat disdainfully. "What do you think your Red Star Society amounts to?"

"You..." Fat Brother was instantly furious, ready to teach this braggart a lesson immediately. But considering Lin Fatty's audacious words, he knew he couldn't just attack without knowing the man's background. Thus, he questioned, "Who are you?"

"Who am I? Good question, excellent question." Lin Fatty uttered something utterly nonsensical, then exchanged a glance with Yang Yi. As if understanding some unspoken signal, he chuckled, "If I told you who I am, I'm afraid you'd wet your pants!"

"Hmph! If you have the guts, just say it."

"Haha, whether I have guts is not for you to decide. If you think I'm gutless, you can ask your sister, or your older sister, or those women to come test me. Though, looking at you, I suspect your sister or sister might not be much better—definitely dinosaurs!" Lin Fatty said with a smile aimed squarely at Fat Brother.

"Damn it!" Fat Brother roared, and suddenly about thirty young punks, wielding clubs and machetes, surrounded Lin Fatty.

A cacophony of loud, arrogant insults erupted: "What did you just say, punk? Are you tired of living? You..." and a jumble of noisy threats filled the air.

Lin Fatty gave a cold smile, turned his head to glance at Yang Yi, and asked, "Brother Yi, what should we do now?"

"Heh heh, we in the Sun Yee On haven't feared anyone, ever. Go on, hit them hard!" Yang Yi, a smile playing on his lips, glanced over at the fuming Fat Brother.

"Sun Yee On?" Hearing the name, Fat Brother visibly flinched. Far from showing fear, he shouted in outrage, "Go! Beat them to death! They're those Sun Yee On bastards!"

"Hmph!" Lin Fatty snorted, tightly clenching both fists with a crisp sound indicating exceptionally hard bone structure. Bang bang!

"Fatty, need any help?" Yang Yi watched Lin Fatty instantly resort to using pure fist force and wondered if he was overreacting to these thugs. Watching the scene, he mused internally, Could this be trauma lingering from the last incident?

"Heh heh, I don't need you to bother with these vermin. I can handle them myself." Lin Fatty chuckled, showing no apprehension toward the thugs swinging their blades. He leaped up, drawing a dagger with a whoosh whoosh sound—an eerie whistle accompanied by flashes of red light. Though no strike was instantly fatal, every man was hurt down to the bone and sinew.

"Damn it, give me the machete!" Seeing his men continuously fall, bleeding profusely, Fat Brother seemed spurred into action. He snatched a machete from a subordinate, wrapped a strip of white cloth around the handle a few times, then charged into the dense crowd with a stomp.

Smack! ... A wine glass smashed squarely onto Fat Brother's hand, shattering instantly and forcing him to stumble back several paces.

Fat Brother stared at Yang Yi blankly, inwardly aghast. A wine glass actually forced me back several steps? What kind of strength does that require? Is he like the Hall Master? A master level fighter?

"I'll play with you!" Yang Yi stood up, addressing the bartender behind him, "There's a good chance this bar will get wrecked today, but I trust that once they know we're from the Sun Yee On, they won't bother you again!"

"Thank you," the bartender said with sincere gratitude, then added, "But I know you aren't ordinary. I know a thing or two about the Sun Yee On."

"Oh?" A cold glint flashed in Yang Yi's eyes as he turned to scan the bartender. "Are you part of the Sun Yee On?"

"No, rest assured. I’ll pretend today never happened. And next time, if there's a chance, I hope you can come and help me debate some aspects of the way of wine!" The bartender gave Yang Yi a look that made his own heart feel heavy.

"The way of wine, you say?" Yang Yi smiled faintly, drawing a dagger and pointing it at Fat Brother. "Today, I’ll show you what it means to be a Big Brother!"

Swish! His figure moved with spectral grace.

Fat Brother, initially wary of Yang Yi’s phantom-like movements, was enraged by the arrogant declaration. He roared and swung the machete directly at Yang Yi.

Clang! Clang!

The sound of the dagger meeting the machete was jarringly sharp. Yang Yi’s mouth curved up; this Fat Brother actually had some skill, employing a bit of modern martial arts—that ridiculous Jeet Kune Do stuff. Decades ago, perhaps that technique could have been considered a form of Chinese martial art, but ever since it flowed into Japan and became Taekwondo, that style was frankly beneath contempt.

It was a pity that Fat Brother’s Jeet Kune Do wasn't even practiced well, and worse, he was applying it to a machete, which clearly diminished the technique’s power. Thump! Yang Yi suddenly retracted his dagger and switched to a punch, his fist, imbued with internal force, slamming viciously into Fat Brother's chest.

"Ugh!" Fat Brother’s back arched, his mouth gaping open. If he had water in his mouth right now, the way he would spit it out would be truly nauseating.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Yang Yi followed up with three more punches to Fat Brother. The force of these three blows was precisely calibrated—not enough to kill him instantly, but retaining about seventy percent of his power. Thud! Fat Brother staggered backward several paces, crashing against the bar door before stopping, staring at Yang Yi with disbelief.

"Stop!" Yang Yi suddenly roared. "Those of you who don't want to die, get out now! Go back and tell your boss, if he dares to act arrogant in front of my Sun Yee On members again, I'll teach you what the 'Dog Beating Saber Technique' really means!"

"You... Fine, fine, you Sun Yee On bastards, hmph!" Fat Brother, suppressing the urge to vomit blood, waved his hand and led his crew—some wailing, some bleeding, some stumbling—out of the bar.

Seeing this, Yang Yi let out a cold laugh, turning to look at Lin Fatty, then at the bartender. "I hope you remember what you said. I believe they will come looking for you tomorrow, but they won't dare to do anything major."

"I understand," the bartender said, nodding to Yang Yi with the first serious expression he’d worn since Yang Yi and his group entered the establishment.

"Fatty, let's go!"

"Right!"

################################################################### The Next Day: Early that morning, in the Red Star Society's headquarters office, a middle-aged man’s face was contorted with rage, his eyes practically spitting fire. Smack! He slammed his hand hard on the desk. "How arrogant! That arrogant Sun Yee On, daring to injure my men on Red Star turf?"

"Big Brother, what should we do about this? Should I immediately call all our brothers to hack those fools to death?" a dark-skinned middle-aged man asked sourly.

"Hmph!" The middle-aged man called 'Big Brother' was Cai Hongxing, the current leader of the Red Star Society, serving as its third head.

Within the Red Star Society, there was a somewhat baffling, deeply ingrained tradition: every person who became the leader of the Red Star Society had to rename themselves 'Hongxing' (Red Star), while keeping their original surname. This rule had persisted for three generations, making it deeply ingrained yet somewhat awkward.

"Big Brother, the Sun Yee On has gotten this brazen, causing trouble on our turf! We can't just let this go. We must show the Sun Yee On a thing or two!" a burly man stated to Cai Hongxing.

"I have this matter handled. You two can leave first, and ask Lao Gou to come in," Cai Hongxing said, his face tight with fury.

"Yes, Big Brother!" The two men felt that their leader seemed a bit timid for not deciding immediately, but since he was the Big Brother, they followed orders nonetheless.

This was how the triads operated in Hong Kong: if you were strong, fierce, arrogant, and capable, people would elevate you to a boss. If you took a machete and charged headfirst into killing dozens, people would worship you like a god. In their minds, whoever could kill the most was the boss; there was no room for cunning schemes, only the capital—the capital to kill people.

"Big Brother, you called for me?" A middle-aged man with a distinctly sly look entered and asked Cai Hongxing.

"Lao Gou, take a few brothers to the Sun Yee On immediately and speak with Zheng Tiansheng. Ask him how they plan to resolve this situation," Cai Hongxing instructed.

"Understood! I'll leave right away!" The sly middle-aged man, hearing there was a negotiation to be had, wore an excited smile. "Then, Big Brother, I'll be leaving now?"

"Mmm... wait!" Cai Hongxing seemed to recall something important. "Take a few extra men, just in case they go back on their word. Better bring the brothers who were injured last night, too."

"Got it!"

"Hmph, Zheng Tiansheng, I'd like to see how you plan to handle this. If you don't give me a satisfactory answer, I'll let you taste just how difficult the Red Star Society can be," Cai Hongxing snorted, waving his hand before sitting down with a menacing look.